They use obscure codes as conversation,
cross words at angry purposes,
skirting sincerity.
Softly spoken the better to threaten.
The sweeter the smile
the more sting to the hit.
They lie in wait for one another
always with a ready barb
to tear up an eye or pierce
the perfect pelt.
They perfect their art
on unwitting strangers,
left confused in blithe ignorance.
They seldom swear, choosing to use
thoughtful words that cut clean,
leave no lines,
no scars to remind.
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