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a poem by Joshua Brown

Depraved and wild

Birthing scars

Startled by love

Indelible tars

Supported by fiends

Inspired by foes

Glaring softly

Into deadly rows.

Fate consumes

The feeble wound

If I could End

And find the tombed.

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