It's like fencing Dancing around the ground Slicing sound resounds We never needed words And now with so many It hurts more than those swords That I used on you To now find turned on me Neither with purpose Just circumstance Unwitting though it is Borne now of need rather than want Where with want and heart and hope We were and remain around it all So the foils fall And the armour as faint as feather Tiptoe around the truth

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