Each scorching word
leaves another mark on the road.
Together, we dissolve in it's silence.
Silent severity
which we are unable to break.
She brushes her fingertips
gently
and deliberately
across this trail,
until their presence...
is merely lingering.
They say...we are fighters.
Who have conquered days
moments,
fears,
who will together rise,
and forget the cares of the world--
but they do not know of this trail.
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