Lost


Lost

Lost
A friendly face
Up the road he says.
We go.
Hell on Earth
No one around to hear the screams
My husband, dying
Legs in grinder
Screaming, yelling, crying
Run I think
Save him I think
I can't
Running, running where
Anywhere but here
Save me
Someone, anyone
Help

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