On the battlefields,
Stripped naked
Of bone and thread.
Her eyes flicker ashes.
Quicksand is his grasp.
Caught in her throat,
Hung up by promises
For the future.
On the battlefields,
Naked for flesh.
Stripped naked
Of bone and thread.
Her eyes flicker ashes.
Quicksand is his grasp.
Caught in her throat,
Hung up by promises
For the future.
On the battlefields,
Naked for flesh.
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