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Visceral serenity,
The copper scented remedy,
That clots and flows within.
Beneath the chest plate,
What pumps and palpitates,
Every drop below the skin.
Without this circulation
We cease our sensations,
And the cold dark begins to set in.
Regardless of reservation
There is no hesitation .
One day death will win,
And smite us all with a grin .
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Michael_Angelo
I live and work in Canada and I've had a love of poetry and story making since I was a child. With age, I have only taken on more life experience to draw from. I have been and lived in this country from coast to coast.
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