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Seven hundred year peace
By Perkele
Slowed in my steady roll
divined all the possible and
slumped now
Hero's slumber but I slept so poor
spinned into myths I'm prone to forget
I found
sacrifice masking pasts
yeilding words on white flags
four discordant echos
from each corner these soles have traveled
each one pulling me home
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Copyright 2013 Perkele
Published on Sunday, October 13, 2013.
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"Poetry"
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