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Unarmed Combat
Unarmed Combat
The words we utter at each other are laborious and lean.
And warm unspoken truces can be few and far between.
The battle moves in circles. It’s end as yet unseen.
Suddenly,
My misspoken word advances-
a brazen stroll on a newly frozen lake.
Anticipation wells in both of us.
You and I.
Flea and Fly.
Wide-eyed, breathless,
Standing by.
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I hold with those that favor fire.
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