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Apr 2019
Banshees wailing through the night
As cackling forests burn a-bright.
Marauders swarm the depths of this hell
In search of miners caught beneath its swell.
Rescue parties arrive in stride
Just in the nick of time.
Of the many men that were saved,
Only their woes met an early grave.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
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