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The Fight

I cut and I hacked

Till the bodies

Stacked up

Behind me

I felt no remorse

But of course

The enemy would find me

He stood tall

I looked him in the eye

And spied

A weakness

Swords clashed

Sparks flew

No words spoken

A broken man

Fights so hard

Harder than you knew

When hope

Is dashed

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