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The Armor

Saturday Poetry Prompt: Frustrated History

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The armor I wore around my head was mystified by ways only cowards brand.
I hung out with you out of respite for the love I had for myself.
You, the trouble makers of dawn, guilty of petty crimes and all.
The knights who ride the law like mosquitoes on sweaty skin in humid summer.
The ones I looked up to as a young man or an old boy,
growing dumb and growing wise under the…



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