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Crush Of Flesh The crush of bodies strikes as dusk takes on the day, The sharks take one sniff of the blood and start to close in quickly, They march on as the darkness swallows up the fray, And in the center bodies begin to pile up quite nicely, I scratch my fingers across the ground, desperate to dig in, A tactical mistake buys you precious time, but not enough. I draw the white line down the middle of your body, The heart's the hardest part to conquer in this war, The white flag is raised, turns red and flutters softly, This hollow victory leaves me nothing. Back and forth they march as the night drags along, The fierceness of your touch, your breath, your eyes, makes me shudder, Just as time heals all wounds it also rips them open, It's just a matter of time before I open you.
I draw the chalk line around the curves of your body.
You're just another corpse, a casualty of war.
And I will relish this hollow victory.
Then I will move on to my next victim.
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