love
I want to feel how i did that day.
in the late nights of may.
I striped of the meat of chickens.
to barbque the meats.
Then I removed the feets.
I made good late night meals.
My family loved it, It was a big deal.
Since it was the only food we had.
Since the day my father was blasted in Iraq.
I dont want to tell you anymore.
I dont want this pain to dwell in my core.
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