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Black peddle rose
I sit near the window waiting for him to arrive. He’ll be in his green & brown uniform he wore proudly with his gun. Oh that uniform all splattered with red. His family all lined up, their heads filled with dread. On the stairs of his home, sit a child that he had barley known. Within her hands she holds a black peddle rose.
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