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He said, she said.....

Battle lines are drawn.

Retreating to their foxholes,

no compromise considered

nor flag of truce flown.

Ammunition prepared...

Ready, aim, fire!

Wounds inflicted

and enmity grows

creating more provocation

for revenge,

additional excuses for conflict.



He said, she said.....

A brief retreat,

a silent, sullen

halt in hostilities,

allowing time

to review strategies.

They eye one another

across a no-man's-land

of nursed grievances,

preparing the next salvo,

neither willing to concede.



He said, she said.....

The clash begins anew,

boundary lines redrawn,

battle after battle,

reprisal on reprisal,

firing bullets of blame

in a never-ending trench warfare

inside these four walls.