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it was a different kind of death as the bullets whirred past our helmets [slash?]
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy - Words: 51 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-08-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2460450
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a sallow grey sky
raw yells and
submachine gunshots
rapid-fire and it was
all i could do not to scream
your hand tightened
weakly in mine and your eyes knew what they had to do
last kisses tasted like
blood and shades of grey.
"go, don't wait for me."
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