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My Senses
By Angel Plant
My senses are sharpened
The will has toughened
Into a planet I go
With a shadow of a dream
The darkness surrounds me
In destiny I stand
Come here little man
The slaughter comes fast
You are over your rank
The soul is a pawn
Why so aloof?
It is not dainty
Your pride may get wounded
So clinched by Repetition
My mind is in a whirl
Like thunder in a storm
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Copyright 2015 Angel Plant
Published on Saturday, August 8, 2015.
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On Sunday, August 9, 2015, blue angel
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Love the ending! The slaughter reminds me of the Harvest even though symbolic Death is eminent to the plant, so is the rebirth when that season ends. This poem feels very symbolic. Nicely done! Respectfully, blue angel
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