First floor of war

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1. First floor of war

The bombs flew through the door
like the cavalry never had before
of all the rats on the floor
there was more at the door
it occured to me they were calling it the first world war
as I thought of this I immediately felt my cold sore
one I had contracted in the previous days before
my family and I had retreated to the first floor
out the window we could see next door
it fell quicker than I had ever seen before
i thought inside the house it must have had its own prewar
my hand reached for the trap door
as me and my family escaped
it occured to me how many humans were left in the state of war


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