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Wartime Love
In an apartment shuttered in darkness,
Tangled bedsheets stained with love,
Hold the written record of tongues
Speaking in flesh.
Tongues that know well
Of their approaching deaths,
But even on a night filled with distant bombs,
They fall sweaty apart with a sated sigh.
Tangled bedsheets stained with love,
Hold the written record of tongues
Speaking in flesh.
Tongues that know well
Of their approaching deaths,
But even on a night filled with distant bombs,
They fall sweaty apart with a sated sigh.
Published 4th Dec 2024
Author's Note
Imagining a couple making love in the shadow of war.
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