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Imagery Clashes Drum rolls down a mountain side Strike the tears rippling pool beaten down till swelling up thunder sings to cry and drool what dogs howl light the moon no match for sulfuric blades a cutting wit bleeds verbose loud and vain weathering raids as love pounds the heart submissive out muscled by a tongue well grooved on weighty words straining uplifted voicing airy deeds never proved |
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