Argue
A spark; a word; steel striking flint; an innocent approach. A spark returned; a meaning bent, a look of dark reproach. Explanations transmutate; defense becomes attack. For reasons lost now, anger flares in waves of red and black. Thrust and parry, slash and cut; the rage all that remains. Your only purpose is to hurt the one who gives you pain. For dignity and wounded pride; for justice and for truth. Noble reasons give excuse to fight with claw and tooth.
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Talisman
Greetings, you who read my bio! Talisman here. Well, I'm a carpenter, gamer, and all-around geek who is fortunate enough to live out in the wild hills of Kentucky. I love reading and writing, both poetry and prose. I write mostly about two things:...
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