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My Soul

July 16, 2010
By Anonymous

Twisted emotions
Blare in the cold light
Of stars and death
And icy fields of gray
As shadows pass me in the morning sun
And storms rush away
And storm and cloud and wind and river
Rush on to the cold mountain night
With glaciers towering over in the serene blackness
As monkeys howl and moons storm and blaze
As death torments one poor soldier
An icon of revenge
And justice roars over the icy wind
Like fire
So close

Almost tangible



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