usually two people
detesting each other's presence
do not speak
conversations are
painful
sometimes it is forced
out of civility
poor man he opens his hands
from his fists
turning into fragile fingers
but then the ants of the world
in their usual silence
demonstrate to you
an interdependence
the empire must live
do your duty
lest others still soft
and weak
shall die
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