ode to a fléchette bomb
ode to a fléchette bomb
the joy fell through the air, metal shards. 1
they landed rain gently, 2
they had no trace of the life 3
they shredded, 4
they had no trace of the intelligence 5
that had made them, 6
they landed rain gently, 7
joy through the air. 8
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