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i write this for you, girly figure cutting across my field of vision, smoking cigarettes with your secret or not so secret book laying between us. everything that is between you and i has already been written. it is apparent in the face of Mars like a mountain chain, and i'm half drunk, half on you and half on beer, and nothing, nothing will stand between us. you see i learned how to fence, and so i learned how to dodge, and weave, and make myself a presence in small spaces. i have filled a niche, i have moved on tips of toes and beaten foils. i know my speed and the limits of my grace but i strive to be ever faster, behind my shade of lidded eyes and what you call detachment (i call it silence)(serenity came at a price, i gave up my voice) i know all about swords, blades, sharp edges and i have divested myself of them. i learned instead how to cut with words trim away make myself lean able to fit through the tightest of parrys. so i feint and double tap, and attack your aura with my silent and quick saber and i cut a place out for myself in your eyes, because i have waited silently behind a mask for the chance to breathe, FULLY AND DEEPLY OF SOMETHING THAT IS AT ONCE MYSELF AND NOT MYSELF And now i am drunk on this cheap beer that you have bought me and i i i'lllllll screaaaaaam aaaall day in my dreams i've fought battalions with nothing more than a bamboo shoot and my wits, ive danced through one hundred and fifty thousand different oppositions, i have been waiting and shoring up strategies to fight a war, between one half of me and the other, and in the space that is made out of defeat, out of the end of bricks and mortar and steel, i will make a place for you, comfortable and right. we will catalyze a new paradigm, like amino acids recombining and forming something not unlike a beating heart. i don't care who laughs at me or what these silly people do that surround me, you and i together are like nuclear warfare but with warm breath and sweat.