A cold silence broke
No more words spoken, after
Both embroiled in a war
of verbal destruction
Now severally wounded.
a standoff takes place
They reconsider the situation
Two souls and minds bleeding
Who will open the medicine chest
The cure is there, just takes guts
Only the brave will survive
But it's almost beyond belief
They ponder, whose going
to administer, deliver, the antidote
'Sorry'
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