Whether the bullet's path or the arrow's arc...
Or why we have so many silent moments
between conversations: you give an inch and I drink a fifth.
Another insult makes the whole thing make sense
for just a moment and then we forget the things
we always wanted to say about nothing.
You can have all your wars if I can win just this one battle;
I suppose it says more about me than you.
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