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Lost in a battle field of love, they stood staring into each others eyes with weapons of words held fierce in their hands ready to be thrown. Words that could only wound the heart more than ripping it out. Like armor falling away from their skin, tears ran down their cheeks and they rushed into the others arms with sorrow and empathy. The battle of blood, bullets, armies, surprise tactics faded as they embraced like lovers should.

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