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War Of Salt River MAG

By Anonymous

   i wanted to cry

so badly

my sides began to ache.

my eyes blazed fire.

from out of a corner

a ghostlike mallet

pounded on my head.

my whole body shivered

as i fought

what seemed like a never-ending battle

against the salt-river

in my eyes

and when i finally succeeded

i was cold and tired.

i had won - yet i had no peace of mind,

no glory, no sense of victory.

instead i lay dejected on the ground.

the black holes of my eyes

(which, shortly before,

had sucked up life like a vacuum)

steadily remained large,

and my skin turned to leather.





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