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Rapier
A slow, steady pace like a ballet
Tore itself from the two fit figures.
Pulses pumped with pride
And pushed the silver from its
Leather container before
Human hands knew it even held the slim hilt.
A Slash! A Slash! A Slash!
Each boy escaped without a gash
As blows mimed the rain
That flowed down around them.
Not for love did they fight
Nor for family and not for fame
But here they clashed,
Strike for strike
On this hazy night,
Only to see who’d win their game.
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