[New Poem]: Flirt

Bit lip
Sweet tip
Clenched fist
Soul,
Hurt.

Song sung
Bruised lung
Lost Son
Spoken tongue,
Battle-
Never won.

Mine to give
My spirit
Mine to give
But Yours,
For keeps.

War won
I-
Fought with Death
This Time,
For fun.

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