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James Matthew Coleman

James Matthew Coleman

Warsmith Rising

Disengaging heart solution,
to spur dualities feud.
Curse laden incantation,
debriding hybrid wounds.
If only one was weaker,
the stronger one would lose.
Tactile hallucination;
makes me wonder,
makes me choose.

(2013)

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