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She had one man that had
two different versions of himself.
One made love to her body
the other, made love to her mind
When we were younger
the world was full of vibrant colors
who knew however, that as we grew older
the world would turn black and white
I tattooed her name onto my arm
but it wasn't a normal tattoo
this tattoo was filled with rusty razors, whiskey,
and dried blood....
Curiosity killed the cat
but you can't blame the cat for being curious
Stale bourbon and bitter whiskey
shotgun shells and yellow tape
such a contradiction, yet so similar
I remember kissing her lips
but it wasn't the ones on her face
We do not walk away from the echo's of combat
in fact, we embrace it....
the shadows of death haunt us
but we like to believe that we haunt the shadows
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