No more then to slice,
With wit's tongue's molten fire,
Relished squirming foes?
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Distractions are good,
Keep me from thinking of those
Extremely dark thoughts.
No more poems are made,
As we move on distant shores.
More games left unplayed.
My final haiku
what can I possibly say?
It's been loads of fun
Last of my haiku,
Cherished the battle of words,
Must now work on art.
Champions with pens,
Can now part ways as new friends,
Heart's contest at end.