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sparring






Elegant movements with deadly precision
My eyes rapidly scramble for an opportunity to strike
Only to find you have left my vision
I hear you behind me, rapier ready and ladylike
I move to the right and manage to prevent our collision
But due to an oversight I sent us both tumbling and effectively sent my brain on a hike
I was brought out of my stupor by a sound of glee
To see your gorgeous face looking down at me

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