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Sabre (Free verse) by tiamat a timed movement.
displacement keeps you safe,
steel to steel or steel to flesh
mental chess reachs one hundred
miles an hour
tennis, by comparasion,
evolves over an age of history
touche.
like that. no notice.
if you'd seen it coming, you would have stopped it.
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