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Playful Banter

the second you heard,
the second it felt,
the arms in the air and blood letting done good for him.

I guess you could say that the cold arms fell cold,
but again,
there's another layer to the madness.

She didn't wake,
nor did she ever say,
that too.

Anyone heard of the snake?
The fallen soldier,
blood in ears and between the eyes.

Mine too,
Well,
Similar inbetween two worlds and I am none.

Not that it matters,
I am gaining the sense of smell,
To be hard to hear.

I guess that too was hard to see,
just like me,
Good luck.

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