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Message: <blockquote data-quote="twisted" data-source="post: 8969878" data-attributes="member: 82108">Retreating quietly from the battlefield,bleeding, a wound in my chest, a year-old,flesh cut deep, bleeding pretty, concealedyou were so bold, but I’ll fold, war’s too cold A bullet to the left, another to the rightI’ve been left, but never too rightnever I’ve wept, I’ve held on tightthe grip I’d kept, was just too slight. Through ashes and smoke, my friend and Ithough not a good walk, we always hanged by.blood moon stalk, the prettiest liebest bit to swallow, to swallow and die. Lost at where, there’s nothing unfairyou were there, and it’s too much to bearsome comes alone, some with a spareyou took your shot, while it laid bare At a loss of faith to fire another roundcos they crack the heart, that awful gun soundnow that you’re gone, I’ll be pale and unfoundI’ll shield my wound and yield to the blood ground</blockquote>

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