George Mercado
B
#poetry

one by one
they vanished
after each round
until only two were left
one a warrior ready to die
for his cause
the other a dreamer
willing to live
in the shadows
for his own
while in the distant
the mob was waiting
for a leader
to call their own
01:11 PM - May 02, 2024
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