The Cold War: the Price of War
The Cold War: The Price Of War
Your were kissing me
Like fighting for your life.
Your hands
Are firing mine.
Sweat, laughs, whispers, and tears
Are the first to fall.
Our mouths and words
Are the many uncounted
Casualties.
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