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on a small piece of land they lived most their lives
gave life to the sky naming shapes passing by fished on a lake they could see from their porch each grew from the land, life was simple of course parents knew about war but would rather die peaceful to them the armed men seemed like good people never knew about evil til the ground seizured giving birth to shallow graves and foul creatures packs of dogs left as bands of thieves came so they hid under floorboards clutching keepsakes when the rats had all been eaten for food they left a long time after needing to move grew up with one another seeking mom and dad taking turns being strong let each long for the past when the sun didn't bleed breathing wasn't a task the greed of man leaves innocence fleeing its wrath |
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