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Tuesday, February 24, 2004


A Nameless Thought
Cherry blossms flow through the wind
He takes the blade from its sheath
As opposing blades meet
The sun rises from its evening slumber
Swords clashing louder than thunder
Insanity has consumed them both
Nethier have fear so nethier have hope
Again their blades meet louder than before
To protect the innocent is what these blades had been forged for
Both have scars of body and mind
Their souls are lost deep within
Will they every find themselves again?

*Note* This is my poem, if I find out that anyone has stolen it, something bad will happen to that unlucky soul.


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