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Breakaway
I look upon the angry ice
and men that prowl its form
to stab and poke in rich delight
a chance to ride the storm
With blades on fire and sticks held high
they weave and crash as one
in search of that elusive net
-still guarded and unwon
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
and men that prowl its form
to stab and poke in rich delight
a chance to ride the storm
With blades on fire and sticks held high
they weave and crash as one
in search of that elusive net
-still guarded and unwon
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
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Breakaway
Breakaway
