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red roses red roses laid on the tomb of the fallen soldiers the march of a fallen child a plea and a cry against wars fought in total silence the bullets words and bayonets silver soliloquies found in a letter from the soldier i dream of the days of fall and the sound and breath and your hair my be loved i wish to go home home is where my treasure is a broken record of the world london feels distant and fog covers the ground i long for my love my life but— cut short of the soldier generals of oil weapons of mass deceit and lies red roses red roses fall across my face and soften the blow
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
Roses
red roses red roses laid on the tomb of the fallen soldiers the march of a fallen child a plea and a cry against wars fought in total silence the bullets words and bayonets silver soliloquies found in a letter from the soldier i dream of the days of fall and the sound and breath and your hair my be loved i wish to go home home is where my treasure is a broken record of the world london feels distant and fog covers the ground i long for my love my life but— cut short of the soldier generals of oil weapons of mass deceit and lies red roses red roses fall across my face and soften the blow
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#roses#war#peace#flowers#red#antiwar
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
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