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We write
Our feelings spilling out on a page
They fight
Their passion dying on a battlefield
We both hold swords
Holding the power to smite
Blades cut through flesh
Words cut through emotional walls and halls
Words can leave you emotionally dead
Or leave you breathless and in awe
Blades draw blood
But it’s only a flesh wound
The mind is much more complicated to heal
I’ll let you think that over during your next meal

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