Its time,
My temper has come and gone
No longer do I think I am right
Nor were you right or wrong.
A glance, a broken smile,
My first steps towards you
This fight was perhaps only
Worth a moment few.
Would you smile, ever so slightly?
We could be buddies as before.
But you glare, your temper still raging
Its time... we spar again.
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