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Once

He was not a man
This I knew for sure.
The creature shrouded in
Sinewy muscle was
A war.

Thin skinned but strong.
He fought and flayed the coast line.
To touch, or be touched
By the red horse was abomination.
None loved him.

But there were mad dogs
Frothing white-lipped
In the countryside willing,
Jumping to the boom
The drum
The voice.

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