Poem0014: Chimera.

Like the morning dew to a leaf, He refreshed my soul. Like a balm to a sprain, he soothed my grief. Erect on my feeble back hinds I stood, Before he blew me of my feet and cause me drunk~stagger. I remembered my name this time, for he called it. No one had. Like the …

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Mastering the art of war, the ultimate goal. Dead people in a pool of blood is the feel good dose. Death 'scent' roam about the sad old city. Then carcasses of the beast and man too, pile up in the stinking city entrances. Stray dogs, stray people, scattered all over. And a gloomy orphan child. …

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