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SURVIVOR She was smaller, slower, weaker easily unseen as she slipped away seeking the warmth of an exhaust grate. Innocence lost she slept fitfully muttering lost words ……………………………….forbidden words. She awoke to an empty station a trembling silence muting the sound of a distant train. She raised a numbered hand waving goodbye. She had missed the last train ………………………………..to Auschwitz. ©4/12/2021 Last Train To Auschwitz Poetry Contest Kai Michael Neumann sponsor

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Date: 5/6/2021 10:53:00 PM
Well written, John, your words show the impact of the time. Congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve ------------ so strange My CAPTCHA is WAR
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Date: 5/6/2021 6:45:00 AM
- Congratulations on your great win in this contest, John - A topic we all know ... but, hard to write about ... there is so much emotion and pain ... - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 5/5/2021 2:38:00 PM
Creative poem. Back with congratulations!
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Date: 5/5/2021 8:11:00 AM
Congratulations on your powerful write and win in my contest.
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Date: 4/15/2021 12:15:00 PM
Interesting where you took the theme. Lots of room for musing... like the blessing of being weaker and slower at a time like that, and seemingly insignificant things that can seal one's fate.
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Date: 4/14/2021 4:02:00 PM
I like this one a lot, John. Unique. Stands out from the crowd. And definitely could have happened.
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Date: 4/14/2021 2:17:00 PM
this is SO good. I love the originality here and how it's so different from everything else I have seen. Also, thanks for my recent placement in a contest of yours!
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Date: 4/12/2021 2:51:00 PM
A very poignant write John, I love the angle you come at this piece with, waving at death without knowing why, such despair and hopelessness, very best of luck in the contest cheers David
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