war
fire, pain, fear
Run, keep running,
stay behind me,
gas, shrapnel, bombs,
gas, where is my mask?
mask is on but not by my own hand,
too late, too late,
my older brother's head in my lap,
too late, too late,
for I'm the only one alive.
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