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darkrose

Imagine home-made bread on reunion day.
Dream up a warm body to embrace and feed your grief.
Stand steady soldier, the sun will soon fade away.
Yet, the heated sand still covers the icey stillness underneath.
Down below, where the evil men toil, twenty four hours a day.
Recklessly hiding below your blistered feet.
They'll get their's.

setaside2

I'm no patriot having harbored ill thoughts and ill will towards our current administration

however I do understand the need for a homecoming and the grieving involved with loved ones on the line.

I know this.

so I hope it's apple bread and I hope the kisses that follow are just as sweet.

seta