Wednesday, May 9, 2012
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Rating: ★5.0
With blood upon my fingers and upon my brow a frown,
I wiped my knife and took my way to old Damascus town.
The Saints of God all terror struck, beneath my feet went
down
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7/30/2025 5:39:32 AM # 1.0.0
WITH blood upon my fingers and upon my brow a frown, I wiped my knife and took my way to old Damascus town. very fine poem, tony