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Boston War.

All I know is the fight going on inside of me.

There's always war being waged.

But I've gotten lost in the beauty that is you.

The battle now is of you.

The aching in my chest won't recede.

Armies fighting near my heart, making me cry tears of blood.

Hear this now,

the battle is near over.

As for the war?

I shall not know for a few days longer.

I shall not know until the moment my eyes are laid upon you.

I shall not know until the very second I touch you.

All things will be clear.

The dust will have settled.

There will be one defined winner.

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er-graves-swinney
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Published
Jul 26, 2010
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