Death Moth

My pistol is holstered,
my knives tucked away.
My neck exposed.
My fists unwrapped;
my mind hidden behind
niceties and tea and cake.

You have hidden your weapons.
Your tongue speaks lies,
and your eyes speak truth.
You wage war
just by


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