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Jul 2019
In the soft and warming light
of the wood panelled room
where family lunches were served
on Christmas and Easter
they were bubbling quietly in July
in a drunken haze of festivity
knowing the simple pinecone smelling
truth laced with second hand smoke
that it would all turns out fine
because they had each other's back.
For today
and yesterday
and tomorrow.
Written by
Joy
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   Eloisa
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