My words are veiled
Behind modesty,
My anger restrained
By courtesy.
Stones would want to bleed if they saw
How eroded and shattered my heart was.
Air would want to cease its flow
If it felt how cold my being was.
Words are my domain, my refuge,
Pens are my friends, ink my fuel.
Earth is where everything eventually returns
So will these broken verses at the end of the duel.
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