He cared...for love,
with all his armored brass.
The boots worn stomped of the streets,
this large camouflaged mass.
You can tell of his pursuit,
of a thing wholesomely missed.
Forged with valor in his mission,
the thing he cared for, exist.
I must persist-of
his adorable hiss,
confidently angry
and his face was pissed.
Being an on-looker
I stepped right and to the side.
Wondering to myself-what
of...
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