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1945 (Senryu) by nypoet22

He cries, holds her cold form close. Her last whisper, "Shh, Here, hold my satchel."

Ranger 23-May-07/2:41 AM
I can't shake the Hiroshima feeling from this, "cold" being the odd word out, of course.

"Satchel" is an interesting word to use there, it's either incredibly effective or detracting; I'm not certain which. I'll come back to this later.




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