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Aug 2014
He wore a coat from the day he stepped
Out from his home now forgotten and lost,
With patches and pockets and rips or
Tears scattered 'round a cloak journey tossed.

He wore a coat from the day he stepped
Out to remove now himself from his sheath,
He pondered the skin under now bare
**** and uncovered the monster beneath.
I really wish I didn't have to write this one, but unfortunately my brain disagreed with me.
drizzt
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