He's heating up.

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LUKE

There is a tapestry
Adorned with scenes of love
And adventure.
Men taking hold of dreams and desires.
Battling beast and barbarian alike.
Upon pike and spit are heads
Of those who oppose the strong,
But these men are simply woven fiber.
A symbol.
An ideal.
Stories are never complete,
Romanticized analogies forgetting pain
And loss
Without which process and growth would cease to exist.
Familiar visage on adventurer and pike
Alike.
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