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Friday, January 28, 2011

Benedict


Like you

I know the sting

Of dreams deferred.

I have waited my turn

As justice blurred.


I have been engulfed

With the flame of Self,

Sold my comrades

For a dime,

Treating these gifts like passing fads.


But today,

I shake no traitor's hand.

I gave no fort,
I kept my honor;
The test was short.

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