The battle continues
as if there is no tomorrow
wound upon wound
hurt upon hurt
how they strive
on each other's fear
crawling empty stomachs
like black ants
on a ruptured molehill
do they know each other
will they ever do
each passing night
the moon lights up
the darkness
peering at eyes
without vision.
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