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warriors

we were warriors

in another time

and now we battle

for it is in our new blood

and our old dreams

we pretend we do not care

but the scars are all there

evidence of an intensity

we do not understand

nor know its origin

no blood on our hands

impossible to tell

but it tears apart the insides

twisted guts

of a strange, compassionate hell

where something deeper

and distant resides

raw from only weeks of wear

yet lifetimes

resilient still

we return for more

another try, coming in for the kill

another taste of the sweetest war

written 11.22.2012 at the Stanley Castle, Victoria bc, 145 – 2pm.

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