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By Davis Agagi Full of colorless blood Like a trained hawk Tearing off flesh of squalling kids Leaving jagged edges smiling Crimean War, the incubus happiness. Assassins like neonates small, weakened with education A hatful of many- Suckling a chicken-breasted mother Like the innocent in hands of manslayer Resonating for …

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