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How charming he is between rounds, when civility doesn’t stop the fight. His charm keeps us engaged. Once the fight is resumed he thrusts wildly, unable to see an open spot. Why waste my fear? His blindness is my friend. By moving in he only sees himself. And it’s himself he beats. I am only a witness, to his self-defeat.
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Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 10:56 AM UTC
The Opponent
How charming he is between rounds, when civility doesn’t stop the fight. His charm keeps us engaged. Once the fight is resumed he thrusts wildly, unable to see an open spot. Why waste my fear? His blindness is my friend. By moving in he only sees himself. And it’s himself he beats. I am only a witness, to his self-defeat.
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78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 10:56 AM UTC
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