I've gone too far,
I've started war
Shall I fight or flee?
On the count of three!
I take a step, another one,
then I turn around
My clothes get wet, she has won,
my pistol hits the ground
She helps me up and dries my clothes.
"You've lost," she said. "You do the chores."
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Demon In The Mirror
PoetryA Collection of short poetry and a few short stories written for the Versification 2023 challenge *** 🆅🄸🅲🅃🅾🅁🅸🄴🆂 𝙋𝒐𝙚𝒕𝙧𝒚 - Penalty: runner up - Seize: runner up - Forbid: winner - Language: winner - Historical: runner up - Ambition: run...
