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THROUGH THIS VESSEL

Remnants remain, of a once vibrant passion Scars bear witness of the abrasion The cracks are but an indication, of the wars fought For a quest to find that which was being sought Ruins still stand of a majestic castle, that which was a haven of loyalty The echoes from these rusty arsenals, proclaims the souls that fell casualty, From the silent wars that claimed a pound of flesh.

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Date: 7/2/2024 1:08:00 PM
This poem reminds me of today's Potd. If you get a chance check it out. Very nice Steven. Regarding last line, did you mean flesh instead of fresh?
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Steven Mwakatundu
Date: 7/3/2024 12:02:00 AM
Thanks Tom. Will definitely check it out. The last line was indeed meant to be "Flesh", will duly make the correction.

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