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The Duel

I am not,
what you see.
You’ll never know,
the real me.
Sanity gone,
I speak in rhymes.
Death is near,
I hear it’s chimes.
The reaper is knocking,
at my door.
Tomorrow you’ll find me,
on the floor.
Bathing in a,
crimson pool.
Then you’ll know,
I lost the duel.

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