and maybe
if lucky and let to breathe
they would have wounded each other
as we have
while we let our hearts pump blood
into each other’s open chests
as we have
feel the fear of death
as we now know what it means to
live
You will bleed on me
when I break into your secret
but we will have prepared
and trained for it
as soldiers do we will know that blood is the sacrifice for even the hope of everything good
kept in the open and never to rot
and never be thrown away
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