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Aug 2020
When a white flag is covered in blood,
it looks like a call to arms.

Maybe no one in your life rallies for you,
but do you rally for you?

So bleed on that white flag;
call yourself to arms.
I'm tired. What if there is no med tent to go rest in, just more battle? I'm not equipped for this.
Kelly Scanlon
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Kelly Scanlon
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     lk ode, --- and Frances Raeburn
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