"hope is the deadliest of weapons,because it cuts both ways."
the mortal wounds inflicted last night continue to bleed.
the cuts are far too deep,refusing to heal any time soon.
all boiled down to last night.the stakes could not have been higher,the performance not more fortitudinous.yet when the curtains came down there was only one king,and only one pawn.
the sun retreated hastily, a spot ashamed by what it had borne witness to.
night ascended and all was black again,flogging the anomalies that so make us human.
yet we chose to be more....
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