we went to see the World.
we saw screaming children, and weeping mothers
dying fathers, angry sons, and devastated brothers
we heard radio transmissions.
we heard codes.
we played games and we smoked and then we came Home.
and now,
how,
how am I not Dreaming?
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
we went to see the World.
we saw screaming children, and weeping mothers
dying fathers, angry sons, and devastated brothers
we heard radio transmissions.
we heard codes.
we played games and we smoked and then we came Home.
and now,
how,
how am I not Dreaming?
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