A young man was in hysteria
Shouting inaudibly, just a jumble of foreign words
It didn’t take long for blood loss to catch up with him
He fell back against the make shift bed
I felt bad for him
We were both young and trapped in this war
I’ve lost count how many
have died in front of me
and these were the lucky ones
I wanted to clean the blood off my hands
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