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By it dosent matter Date: 2008 Nov 18 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.18.10.47.2890]] |
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dust... so very deep flour soft to drag the step and clouds boiled for every one does this describe the heat 150 degrees in the shade none will ever believe but exaggeration not achieved for simple truth this was missiles fell on odd hours late at night yet in-between we slept pouring sweat covered yet in suits impermeable to chemicals so we all hoped impermeable not to the water we bled from every open pore yet with every explosion some times felt we hoped ever more and to miss one loved so late at night while waiting an all clear from a trench of sandbags open to the sky how can one explain the thoughts explain the want the wish to be back in a loved ones arms ... |