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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2073902

A random poem.

Days pass by and spirits are low,
In Russia, waiting for the lost Eskimo.
With bread gone stale and potatoes; dried,
families are left, alone to cry.
An hour later the families are gone,
but the question is,
will they live on?

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