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Unprepared


It came as a claw

With tearing nails

To break something special

 

It came as a disease

Sickening the heart and stomach

Angry, sad, heart broken, frightened

 

It came to make plans of terror

Bringing tears from pictures and memories

Bringing questions asking why

But bringing no answers

 

It came after It listened to Their fight

Now, in different homes, They support and protect

The best They can

 

It came

But we were unprepared

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