When you clean your weaponWhen time and again, you clean your weaponWhen you rub strong-smelling oils into your weaponAnd shield it from the rain with your own bodyWhen you swaddle it like a babyEven though you’ve never swaddled a baby before —You’re only nineteen, no baby, no wife —The weapon becomes your only kinYou and […]
Beautiful Ukraine
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