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Why be weary in the perfection of your blade When the flaws in your step are much fiercer? What is the point of your bruises and cuts When you still lack the distance to pierce her? Just how many more of her blows can you take? When will you stop holding back? Loosen your grip, and sunder your stance, Don’t your opponent their slack. Though, she is not the enemy.
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Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC
Villainess
Why be weary in the perfection of your blade When the flaws in your step are much fiercer? What is the point of your bruises and cuts When you still lack the distance to pierce her? Just how many more of her blows can you take? When will you stop holding back? Loosen your grip, and sunder your stance, Don’t your opponent their slack. Though, she is not the enemy.
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Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC
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