Loose portal valour, sprung from my tongue, snatching the throat out, ripping the young,.
Deep injured impact, a kick of the brave, struck like a mac truck, all locks engaged .
Brawling all over me, blitheringly wtrong- bruised up and welting, wicked and strong.
Where do words come from, waiting in time? like a bad spoken bullet, a witness to crime.
I sincerely regret it, honestly I do. Bled flesh now wilting- smacked down anew. MB
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