This poem is based on a rhythem. sorry it's late, I was dead asleep for hours.
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I rose my fist gripping tight
the stake of cherry redwood
drove it deep into the chest
of the beast draped in a hood
when the stake of redwood split
I watched lips curl back slowly
l cringed and fled fast but the
blood turtle laughed deep and mocked me
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