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Apr 2013
Thick is the mass upon his head
Long is the pass before his tread
Green are his eyes that close slow to sleep
Pain is his prize when his cuts run deep.
Grim are his features when his losses are great
Though tears are rare creatures once he's buried their weight.
Praised by hell below and heaven above,
He walks the path for his one true love.
Anna Pavoncello
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