by Jan Theuninck
the train was too late
by foot it was too far
the river too nearby
the hatred too strong
bullets through your head
river of blood
red Danube
dead Budapest
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Jan Theuninck
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Jan Theuninck
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Jan Theuninck is a Belgian painter and poet
Last updated October 24, 2011