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A single lock of smooth dark hair curled up in a small mint box, that mellow fruity scent still there unique among the putrid rock, my only comfort in despair from being far away from home. The time that we have had to share carries me when i'm alone. Surrounded by blood, death, and pain I cling to that luscious strand of life, so that when I get that dark red stain I simply think of my dear wife.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
The hope of a soldier
A single lock of smooth dark hair curled up in a small mint box, that mellow fruity scent still there unique among the putrid rock, my only comfort in despair from being far away from home. The time that we have had to share carries me when i'm alone. Surrounded by blood, death, and pain I cling to that luscious strand of life, so that when I get that dark red stain I simply think of my dear wife.
mitchell-mays
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
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