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May 2015
The fog of chaos
limits your ability
to make rash decisions,
to feel the love.
And anybody
not wearing
the same uniform
in the zone
is a combatant,
verified or not,
where does the gift go
in the fog of chaos.
Pray tell.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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