it was cold and dark
we'd been taking fire for hours
we took an incoming mortar hit
i opened up his jacket and his insides fell out
and i had his bloody guts in my hands
they were warm and mushy and squishy
and i pushed them right back into body cavity
and willed him to live with my tears
and that is what paranoid ali is...
hua!
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