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Oct 2017
Wound
A splinter in nature's flesh,
Blood in the four winds.

Four winds
Scented in the morning.
Carnivore in day,
Four winds, wounded night.

A wound in nature's flesh,
Humanity's blade.
The Dedpoet
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The Dedpoet  38/M/San Anto, Tejas
(38/M/San Anto, Tejas)   
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       ---, The Sick Red Carnation, Lora Lee and Imran Islam
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