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Jun 2013
This sword is getting heavy.
Been on this quest,
this crusade for a long---
I'm getting tired.

Been fighting
the fights that are
not being fought.

Going to the uncommon grounds
where all my brethern
are too afraid to go.

When I die,
when I'm gone
who will bare my sword?

Who will carry
the words?
Who will be the voice in the dark.
Edmond
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Edmond  New Jersey
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