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Lone survivor
Woke up one day,
went downstairs to eat.
No parents or brothers,
not even a cat to feed
I look outside my window
into the garden, once so green.
No plants, no people on the street,
not even a single little bird to be seen.
I ate my breakfast
and went outside.
The streets, they were empty
like everything went and hide.
I went to the grocer
but the shop was shut.
Not even children were playing,
inside the little wooden hut.
I saw a little doll,
just lying in the dirt.
It had black beans as eyes
and a smudged red skirt
I went back home,
and opened the door.
Everyone was there,
but I was the lone survivor.
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