The kite that soars
high above the ground
veers left and right
with seemingly nothing
but a string to control it
My kite you've destroyed
with your punches
and kicks of cruelty
that you will find a new friend
Still this kite soars on
only shattered and bruised
but it will never break
not even in the fiercest battle
in this war of countless words
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