Men come home
Day by day the leaves brush against my dress the dust fills my lungs causing me to cough for hours and all I can think about is men come home. I cant imagine anything happening to my son but throughout the night all i hear is moans. I wake up with the night dark as coal, I hear screams all around scared of the sight i keep my lids closed and pray Men come home Men come home
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