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for my girlfriend who gets me roses,

but not just any plain old red ones,

but flowers in my favorite color,

and she knows that I love them. 

for my girlfriend who gets me presents,

Before 

we wake, 

we are huddled under 

blankets 

and dreaming. 

Before 

we wake 

there are others 

living, 

breathing, 

I dream of him less than I used to – 

But our story always starts the same. 

I am small, and his oil-stained hands hold me like the Red Clover, 

So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go. 

I'd like to say: You cannot know, unless you live it. You cannot understand, without experience. I do not understand, nor do I know, what it is like to live in a war zone.