And so here we are
****** and pillaging old memories.
Carving turkeys and making half families.
Death takes the other half and makes it whole.
Fake "how do you do's?" make the world a bigger place.
"Traditions, Family, Food, Smiles"
we wipe our feet on these half truths
and tuck them into bed
carrying, now, a fully packed suitcase
and trying to stuff a 10lb turkey in it.
Things will never be the same
Things will never BE THE SAME.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
And so here we are
****** and pillaging old memories.
Carving turkeys and making half families.
Death takes the other half and makes it whole.
Fake "how do you do's?" make the world a bigger place.
"Traditions, Family, Food, Smiles"
we wipe our feet on these half truths
and tuck them into bed
carrying, now, a fully packed suitcase
and trying to stuff a 10lb turkey in it.
Things will never be the same
Things will never BE THE SAME.
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