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The Trench - Anna Collinson

Muddy.

Damp life in the trench.

Dead bodies surrounded,

I smell the stench.

Abandoned and silent.

No mans land.

Life and death go hand in hand,

bullets go speeding past my head.

I'm tired and cold.

I need my bed.

Hunger pains twist and turn.

Pain in my heart for my family burns.

My life in the trench is lonely and cold.

My wife, my children I long to hold.

When will this end


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