I’ve been in my cave. Each morning I arrive into consciousness with that missing of Bob.I remember his lips, and wish I’d have dallied longer in his eyes.
However, I’ve started looking at the news, and slowly slowly take in outside world. Syria.
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I’ve been in my cave. Each morning I arrive into consciousness with that missing of Bob.I remember his lips, and wish I’d have dallied longer in his eyes.
However, I’ve started looking at the news, and slowly slowly take in outside world. Syria.
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