Do you think
we’ll make it
out alive,
she asked,
hoping for
the truth.
I’m sure
we’ll be fine,
he said,
with all the
bluster and
naivety of youth.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Do you think
we’ll make it
out alive,
she asked,
hoping for
the truth.
I’m sure
we’ll be fine,
he said,
with all the
bluster and
naivety of youth.
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