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To late.
No one knew what to expect.
We just entered the camp
in the hope of saving lives.
What we found,
well,
what we saw
was a vision of hell.
Weak bald dying women.
Emaciated children
and corpses lying everywhere.
There were hardly any men,
alive at least.
Like the pink pages of a script,
completely written out.
To late to be saved,
to late to be liberated.
The thin white line.
Gone.
a shot of emotion
once again very impressive! reminds me of time spent in iraq...not sure if i like that or not hmmmm. but very good work. i like the bit at the end "The thin white line.
Gone." scary