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combat Zoology
by
wes parham

 
Twice lost, one soul appeared, unbidden.
Ambushed, in plain sight,
Results?
All hidden.

As I walked, I thought of this,
Imagined, as I sought,
A sign of full surrender,
In the battles that we fought.

I threw what always seemed, to you,
The ordnance of the soul.
Words on leaves and tissue tigers,
Weak and boring, far from whole.

My engine had an inner working,
Impossible to see.
My feet still carry me to you,
And you just stare at me.
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--Submitted by warmphase on 2013-11-26.
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