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 Aug 2015 Mikkel Mathiesen
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the burning tip of your half-smoked cigarette
is the light at the end of my dark tunnel
// i found love where it wasn't supposed to be: right in front of me //
Deadlines fast approaching,
Fingers typing,
Keyboard smoking.

Brain is a jumbled mess,
Getting stressed,
Can't perform my best.
AARRGGHH.
Life is like a box of chocolates
It doesn't last as long for fat people
I used to wear it like armor
sword and shield
a living sigil upon a breast plate
It kept me safe
distant
A bannerman for the soul
"Halt! All who go there!"
for what you see is what you get
whirling and livid
laughing and disheveled
until you

You showed up  
traipsing through miles of frozen wasteland
battling ghosts and wolves
You
in all your glimmering brilliance
with the light of a thousand heavens
my bannerman slain and my armor pierced
that beating sigil sinking beneath the flesh
through muscle and muk
sinking deep into bones
bonding and awakening
Falling away fears and doubts
all of that shining steel
glaring and distracting
just for show
oh but how I wore it well
fallen away now
leaving me
like fresh skin
I feel new
old wounds healed
with the faintest of scars
You have given me something
I hadn't known was lost
an awakening as bold as daylight
truth and courage and honor
and
love
The plan was simple
Just like my brother Phil

But unlike my brother Phil
The plan might work
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