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The wind had weighed on fatigue
anger was on her side
looking for another
to soon furiously collide
Macy lit the fire
her fingers tired and burnt


He chose to sidestep her gate
to take an even tac
wandering into yesterday
whilst still watching his back
for although her weapons were blunt
her tongue lashed higher than a sword
t’was better to remove oneself
for her temper to abate once more