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A mighty engine with a human heart,
steam billows from the rolling muscled mass
until the beast unlocks and breaks apart.
Its body parts move swift across the grass.
Two behemoths colliding head to head,
their age old frames rough hewn from tempered steel,
the scars of battle dripping ruby red
yet, win or lose, the wounds will never heal.
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Monday 14th October 2013 7:18 pm
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