#981843 added April 23, 2020 at 3:03pm Restrictions: None
why I left
I've never liked contention,
never liked the process of battering away
against an idea until another mind became
a more pleasing shape.
when attacked, I shift the ground,
fading away while my attacker
twists logic, flailing and spinning at nothing,
while I find another place to stand, unbruised.
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April 23: a poem that contains an argument
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