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Quagmire
wrestles my soul
to stagnation
to the devil
dogs'¦
breathless
beneath layers
of rusty weathers '
vomits
of yesternights
the village shits on me
the old women too
cheat on me
carve me into
a tale
without a hero
theme, setting
a story line
a tale
told by owls.
yet,
link
by
link
i shall reclaim
my wings
my claws
my fangs
blood'¦
cold blood!
i shall reclaim
my love
from the forge
of hatred.
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Wow, powerful write. I don't know all of what you allude to but the message of the poem is loud and clear. You write directly from the heart that is clear enough!
