The Dungeon Poem by Arthur Vaso

Arthur Vaso

Arthur Vaso

Canada
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Arthur Vaso
Canada
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The Dungeon

Chained in memories
wrists too weak
to untie my mind
the smell of slaughter
awake or not
invades my senses
if I had any left
I have entered the line
of death

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Arthur Vaso

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Canada
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