Nazi's
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You called yourself my neighbor.
Your children played with mine.
We laughed and cried together.
It seemed like you were there when we had no time
But yet, when the demons came marching,
In the attic of rigid wood
I sit denied any motion,
We were forced here, as no one should
We’re waiting without any notion.
I am a memory
A fraction of what I used to be
Etched in my arm in blue ink
A label, not a name, from the Nazis
Unwanted, now forever apart of me
