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Sep 2014
He walked briskly into a dull light

A soreness on the bridge of he and his being

Strength and Grace has left the eyes

And a long locked up flame is menaced by the cold

Leather hangs from the ghostly gladiator

Sacredness fumbling into degradation

A peaceful generation takes the younger duty

And washes away this beastly frame

His heart was drowned by the greyness

No more a beautiful engine

The dawn is taken

A darkened robbery

This struggling old guard

Forged with secrets behind the eyes

A final humble word

And a mind is done tonight
This is a foundation poem. I used two other pieces and took individual words to make up this poem. Each word is found in those two pieces and nothing is added.
Jesse LaPointe
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Jesse LaPointe
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   Tyler Durden
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