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Loss Kept on Marching
Tremors shake beneath trepidatious feet.
To shake when shooken offers scents of defeat.
Took in thine imagery from perches unseen.
Salivating secretions ooze and seep secrecy.
Scantily clad corruptions do sit upright.
Smirking shards the aimless beacon leads.
Lapping pools of torment to endless vacancy.
Loser coagulates down under unsettled concrete.
Locked moments buried flags of victory.
Written on Feb-23-2024
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William Rodriguez
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