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In the candlelight, amidst soft sheets
and perfumed pillows,
Hills and valleys are discovered
by expert reconnaissance
with carefully maneuvered hands
and smart lips,
Precision at its finest.
Searching for targets which will
meet the test of proportional response.
Secret weapons lurk which are
used in stealth and utterly consume
as they find their center.
A devouring of all in its path,
an explosion of a different kind,
Which first rejuvenates,
then exhausts;
As the earth moves,
the ground shudders
and the sheets lay on the floor
as two melt into one.
The quiet waits for the reload
and a second strike.
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A Patch of Green
