Communist Love
By Carla.Jasmine
Sun, 24 Jun 2007
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Forgotten nights of Russian fury
Translates to memories of childhood fairytale
Frightened children come out from hiding
Tears dried to unwashed faces
Blood hardened making armor one thousand armies cannot break
Creating a new league of leaders and victims
Soft mother’s hands like glass from the bottle
She cuts
Destruction for creation.
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