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I craved her attention, it was like oxygen
every "Hello" was simply addicting
and every "Good bye" was simply excruciating....
I've overdosed on kisses,
and found a detox for hugs....
The black eyes became our tattoos
and the bruises became our love bites....
Our wives have become our grenades

                                                     and our sons have become our bayonets


the battlefield has become our home
She was a black rose sitting mindlessly in a field
of blooming poppies....
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