ChernobylA Poem by JREverything I touch is hot, every time I fall it’s like flame like … Those poor blind stupid b******s who were dropped into the caldera of what used to be Reactor Number Four; in sixty seconds they went in flesh and came out a mess forever changed, everything they touched was hot every time they fell, it was into ash, and flame. © 2021 JR |
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Added on January 5, 2021 Last Updated on January 5, 2021 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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