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Ring around the chamber, who will go inside? I'm starving and ***** so why would I hide? I feel my ribs, but my stomach even more. Many girls have been violated again and again like penny ****** I don't know what to feel because for the first time I don't think God is real. A shower will do me good, I say. They wouldn't want us to stink, if we did stay. I pull off my stripes. The nakedness appalls me. As far as I could see I found human skeletons staring back at me. The door shut, but water there was none. Every person bled into one massive grave. For every life, a soul gave. Ring around the rosey pocket full of posey ashes, ashes, they all             fall                   down.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Ring Around the Rosey
Ring around the chamber, who will go inside? I'm starving and ***** so why would I hide? I feel my ribs, but my stomach even more. Many girls have been violated again and again like penny ****** I don't know what to feel because for the first time I don't think God is real. A shower will do me good, I say. They wouldn't want us to stink, if we did stay. I pull off my stripes. The nakedness appalls me. As far as I could see I found human skeletons staring back at me. The door shut, but water there was none. Every person bled into one massive grave. For every life, a soul gave. Ring around the rosey pocket full of posey ashes, ashes, they all             fall                   down.
This is my first Holocaust poem. I hope you like it :)
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
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