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clesure
the icing on the cakes
a shured new alliance was expected
denied, the icing on the cakes never realized
the thrAD WILL go on
like the batter of a new site
mixed in love
forged in grammys kitchen like the days ofold
no attitudes
no,
they are checked off the box
the ingrediants an ecletic mix
from the disenfranchise disgruntled and broken hearted thickness
they are the sprinkles on top now
to cool humans alike
and a small group of grizzled vets
baked together in harmony
the sweet smell of victory
thesoothing of once tortured soles