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Like smoke through the trees
Like a ghost
For the last two decades
All the crashed airplanes
Electing to end his life
And died from the cold
Flash of color, gasp of shock, giggle of laughter
Silky and satin draped lazily across him, feathered hat whisked away
With the zip of a line, now unclad, to be targeted hereafter
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Gladiatorial beast with a yellow needle eye, body scourged
He rises from the grave on a new conquest
Fate met in the sweltering suana, soon submerged
Searching for life in a new treasure chest
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