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A Letter Of Two Prompts My Darling, I crouch in this inferno thinking of you. Dreaming of your love. Dreaming of my love. Dreaming of you. I want so to be in your arms, to be whole again. I see the dismembered bodies around me, the hearts ripped from the physical bodies, the emotional hearts ripped from the souls. This war is now my life. This is who I am. I hear the shells screeching overhead, feel the shuddering earth as they explode nearby. I must try so hard to acquit myself in a noble manner in this outrageous war, a war of great tragedy and foul corruption. I shouldn't allow myself to think of you, to dream my dreams of love - but I can't help myself. I can't allow tragedy to swindle me out of time with you, even if the time is only in my imagination. My mind rushes back to the summer when we were last together. Sitting in the garden drinking wine from those fluted wine glasses. Remember? Oh my Darling! My mind can't stay away from this heartless war! The red of the wine has become blood spilling from the hearts around me. Love and blood pouring from all the broken hearts. I love you........ |