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victor
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2018-05-25
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I look out on the horizon
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at the fearful monsters standing halfway between the horizon and me
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no longer able to be ignored and pushed off
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for a future me to deal with
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I prepare my weapons
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a pen which I had assumed was lost
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and a half-dying tablet
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and prepare to meet my fate
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like I'm falling into a vortex of fire
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prepared to meet my doom
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and yet still worse than the most cowardly
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of a litter of mewling kittens
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when we next meet
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it shall be as victors
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freedom tasting sweeter than the most sugary wine
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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