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Sep 2014
Suppose I should suffer
the obvious intrusions
of a wilting heart;
that my marrow
be rendered empty,
and all things
that should fly
or sing be dull.

Would you have me
at your mercy
on bended knee,
or bruised
by the cause
of a narrow sling,
with the spackled chest
of a battle cry?
Written by
Jory  Chicago
       Short, Mara W Kayh, ---, axr, Em Draper and 10 others
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