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swordplay pt.1

There is more to my enemy than a weapon. 


Remove the sword and they stand on shaky legs, heart 

quickening against their sleeve. Only a coward leads

 with defeat, hands already burying their head. 


Beyond the veil, there is every deceit, every mask 

cracked open. I’d like to see their faces, before the 


casting. There is a lot to be said about who a man 


chooses to be. 


 
 
 

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