In the empty passage,
Of the neighboring alley.
Roaring at each other from
A distance.
They stare at each other
In fury.
It's a western in slow-mo
In my head by now-
Both, ready to pull out
Their revolvers from the
Holsters to take out
The other first.
Somehow it feels like
The other one would be
Quick and Clint Eastwood
Would die in this duel.
Of the neighboring alley.
Roaring at each other from
A distance.
They stare at each other
In fury.
It's a western in slow-mo
In my head by now-
Both, ready to pull out
Their revolvers from the
Holsters to take out
The other first.
Somehow it feels like
The other one would be
Quick and Clint Eastwood
Would die in this duel.
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