We set out early that morning knowing we’d never return. Oh someday arms will reach out as we march down home streets. And we’ll hear fancy folk chatter about a museum for the glory days but it’ll be to men trying to find the lost boy who someone once loved.
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Hello fellow Aries !I'm glad I landed here. I get a lot of inspiration from pictures. I enjoy
ReplyDelete55's ! Thanks for the 'longing'.
Great, beautiful. Enough , so much said in a few words
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