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like a ton of bricks it hits
before she finishes her sentence
as the predicate predicts
a swift ending to her presence

i could see it coming from a mile away
at six hundred miles an hour
a surprise attack, a tora tora kamikaze
no looking back
a tactic of considerable power

it doesn't matter now what i should have done then
my heart was in the right place at the wrong time again

in close to half a second my composure was lost
and i had found my modesty