Oh temperamental enemy,

I am on to you now,

You will not defeat me,

In my sleep,

For I have smushy armor.

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As soon as my mind,

Turns your battle plans to sentences,

We will dance like old friends,

And spin, spin, spin around,

Just like we used to,

Until we all fall down.

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And I remember,

The rhythmic pulse of our conversations,

The aroma of the coffee that assaulted my nose,

The sex you slipped into my drink.

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Oh, dear world,

You are a woeful and worrisome opponent,

And I wish to take you on.