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yours are familiar, painted in gold the novelty phantoms danced with my winters in a spring-fed summer, those horses exhaled a disease more inviting than war
& the chariots echoed hurricanes to sleep
all dementia sets in
I saw the flag raise from ashes of ardor
you promised redemption with more than one voice
who is this sentinel standing before me? the motherly look in mechanical eyes feigning a little safety, yes