I can't remember the hours,
They come quickly one after another.
Young faces with mangled bodies torn beyond recognition.
A puzzle of shattered flesh, with pieces missings,
Why have they vanished, where have they gone?
How can I put their likness back together again?
The water feels good against my aching flesh,
I must be careful no pieces are washed away.
Donna Lagone
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