Children blackened by explosions, red fragments of brain, corridors filled with gentle intestines, they all await you, all in the very posture of crossing the street, of kicking the ball, of swallowing a fruit, of smiling, or being born. Smiling. There are smiles now demolished by blood
that wait with scattered exterminated teeth and masks of […]

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