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The host says the field is clear,
We wonder in fear, we are unwell,
Because the night draws near.
It's time for war, little time for us to dwell.
Betrayer! Traitor!
Our comrade, our danger,
A vicious vindicator.
Once a captain, now a stranger.
The host, our fellow,
With no knowledge of that, bagged with trust
Our comrade, we follow,
A death battle we did not know will burst.
We were a fused prey to the host,
A conjoined toast.
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The leaked puzzle
PoesíaThis book, is created for the documentation of Ken's poems of diverse varieties of genres. As you read and follow each chapter, I hope you don't get puzzled along 😂. All poems found in this book are all made by Ken, in which he takes pride in writi...
