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Dec 2017
"Within"

I sense upon life's cordial air
The reeking stench of war.
Coagulate blood, and rotting flesh
In piles, beckon more.

Vengeance for a vengeance, deeply
Shaped within, commands.
Nature's preserving torment
Twisting minds and hands.
Mark Wanless
Written by
Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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