SOMETIMES
Finding myself wanting a hateful force to take
the mouth from those who speak : of God, of
war, of all those things which maim and mangle.
Yet they speak of a brave and a braver. First one
side, then the other. Gallantry blows like a nickle
slingshot shudders - the stone flies, ripping
through the air, no one knowing where it lands.
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Stretch the marble quarters, listening to your brain.
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