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Peter Van Pels
In the room where your father used to dance with you
We hide in tatters
Your lips so dry
With fear,
But this is not the time for tears
You felt me
And we kissed
As the bombs tore Holland
Apart
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This poem was inspired by Peter Van Pels, who died May 5, 1945, in Mauthausen Concentration Camp in Austra.