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Jun 2010
I am a swordsman of the mind. My blade, Language, and logic.

It’s purity glints in the sun. It’s truth, a razor edge.

With a deft flick of my tongue, crimson lines appear, blood beads.

The cut is skilled, rends deep.

This is not trolling. This is sparta.
We be Trollin'
Samuel Mcloughlin
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