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Dec 2018
What will he face?
Is he there?
Is he safe?
Hungry?
Tired?

My worries consume me.
I heard the stories
From my father
Who was there
In the camp,
The men
Yelling,
Angry.

Two years are too much.
Now three are left.
Who's next?
Please be
Safe.
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   Fawn
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