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You held me close before you stabbed me.
I guess there are people close by
Who keep you at a sword's length
So they get to use it.
Your kisses tasted an awful lot like war
And I will not be your white flag anymore.
Our fights felt like the earth shaking,
Felt like war cry;
The silence felt like an interstice between two tragedies.
Our kisses grew shorter
And interruptions became devastating
Until you finally struck and won the battle,
Won the war.
There's blood between us now
And one tragedy in all of this silence//
It has been a year since we last talked.