Lullaby

⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ She falls asleep to the sounds of gunfire In the arms of chilly concrete Alone in the ruins of a normal life A four-year old Ancient weeps ⋅ She knows no life different But dreams of so much more A home, a warm meal, a family In her sleep the … Continue reading Lullaby

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