In the midst of war,
in a battle pitched, where
everything depended
upon our parts -
we found
at first sight
each other's love.
So we said fuck it.
Betrayed both sides,
cast weapons and
uniforms off, pounded
out some kind of
détente.
We're at peace with
this. It draws close
enough to need and want,
with so much more than
expected - fulfilled.
A winsome, lose some
war, my love. Some stunt.
Come kiss! Come hold.
Come kill. Or if
you let me live?
I will
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