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Short Poems Screeching to a stop
Have they found our spot?
Have they found us?
Has Meip broken our trust?
So many questions, so little answers
How much more can we take?
Looking back now
Seeing what happened to that town,
What was suppose to be our safe place
The look on my face
Could’ve killed anyone
The weight on my shoulders felt like a ton
Hitler had finally won.
