of war:
by:
poetic abortion (?)


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I guess it was just the smell of gun powder and crout-scum
and the adrenaline but these kisses
were murder

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Author's Note: My short entry to ring in Valentine's Day; I hope you like it.

EDIT - 4/1/07, 2:59 PM - Um, World War I/II-centric.