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Volpe
He is not a man
but a weapon in human form.
Unsheathed,
gleaming point pressed
against the throat of the world.
Releasing change
in crimson torrents
that rush and cascade
around him.
He fights out of fear;
A fear of leaving the world
in the same,
sorry state
they first met.
Cold,
hungry,
and searching-
searching for hope.
Is he the answer?
HIs weapon is a pen,
brandished in the
face of evil.
His ammunition words,
and prose
and philosophy,
and most of all-
Love.
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