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Apr 2020
The dog barks I hear a voice
a mindless call to action.

Heart races, weapons manned, a
murderous transaction.

A thought or ten passes within
will I do or die on this day.

Emotion my enemy, dying a little more with every trigger I trigger.

And I walk one pull
at a time into the darker

The absence of light where my soul once reside, for my sanity I continually barter.
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
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