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Jul 2020
A bitter taste upon my tongue reveals that you are near.
Cleansing flames fueled by rage ***** out bits of fear.
I scream and shout my call to arms knowing you won’t hear,
Or understand my battle cry; there is no love lost here.
Written by
Indigo
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