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Killing My First Russian
Deep in the fountain
of life's betrayal
My knife drank freely,
a last denial
With screams unanswered,
he tried to run
The first of many
-from Odessa's son
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
of life's betrayal
My knife drank freely,
a last denial
With screams unanswered,
he tried to run
The first of many
-from Odessa's son
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
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Killing My First Russian
Killing My First Russian
