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A Duel of Words
In the arena where the voices clash, A tempest brews, with spirits brash. Swift tongues like arrows, sharp and keen, Dance in the light, a vibrant scene. With every quip, the crowd ignites, In laughter's echo, the heart delights. For some, a riddle; for others, a cheer, In this wild ballet, ambition draws near.
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