The unfaught fight

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Let's fight until the fight is fought
until the living mourns itself
while the one is finally alone
undigging the trenches on self
waiting for at least one argument
a bullet or a funeral
a cry
without, the laurels of the victor
are defeat
Let's hide until the hideout is in sight
Until the predator ate its germs of conquering
in lack of a prey
let's die of solitude
until life brings death no more

 

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