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Caught

Beat your chest then
Bellow and threaten
Gnash your fearsome,
Perfect teeth
You, brute
Have won
 
But I’m creative in defeat
I fashion cold things
From the greatest heats
And I’ve done my pounding
Grapple as you like
We’re both the fool now
 
As for you?
Love is cruel to us both
I can’t blame your nature
Anymore than you
My imperfect form
 
Seems we’re all a joke now
So why the fire, Ares?

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