The Fight

Felt like a fight in the mid night
moon hung just so.
We threw punches blindly
without lifting a finger.
Uppercut right.
Jab left.
We never even broke a sweat
and we sparred
and we spared.
And in silence
we let our eyes wander
and in silence
we took every one of our blows.

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