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Nov 2019
Warfighter, late in years, finally vanquished.
Arm drop, sword clang, grateful to be finished.

Breached fortress,
Gate ajar, the opaque clears.
He raises his hands up to the sky,
Cries,
Turned heart.
‘Why only now did you intervene?’
He implores.

‘Can’t you see that it was me you were fighting all along?’
Says The River unseen.
Written by
The Half-Blood Prince  24/M/Alberta Canada
(24/M/Alberta Canada)   
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   --- and Lamar Cole
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