Keep Me, Please?
The air, stuffy with dust
Linger around my eyes making it hard to see.
I search for you through the disgust
But you were nowhere to be found as if you were set free.
A man shouts followed by another;
The money goes up higher along with my pounding heart.
Women from the ship are taken with others,
As they are all carried off in a wagon cart.
Out the window the breeze blows,
And you appear within the mist.
Everything around me, it all froze--
Once I blinked, you disappeared and all was missed.
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