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Offence, defence
Our spears in hand
Hot in our veins,
Blood angry red
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A garden on my back
Spring, summer, and fall
Yellow, red tired leaves
A graveyard of brown branched trees.
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White bones, white snow
Flakes on my cold lips
Blue, my mood shows.
Behind bars, my fears scream
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Silence sits on my being.
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~insight07
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