Lost Victory
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Complete Thu, Aug 18, 2011<5 mins
not as good as my last poem "The Story of a Book," but wanted to share it anyway. The poem is basically about a man who leaves his home to fight in war, but while he is gone, his wife is murdered. Not exactly my style and the rhythum among the stanzas is quite choppy, but i hope u enjoy it anyway. :]
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