mad Viking.A Poem by paul
this gladiator
inside me is old and tired sword grown heavy this mad Viking old and tired and yet there are still places to go, things to do sky's to fly in this old wreck of a body. a thousand madnesses strungout across the plain the cloud's in full retreat and why do those clouds in the firstplace leave these changing drops
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