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WDC WRITERS CRAMP_8.27.10 COUNT: 19 lines NEW PROMPT: Write a poem or story about an army with no tangible weapons. NOTHING TANGIBLE This fighting army of emotion in my soul has no tangible weapons; nothing real to strike at or with except pain and disillusionment. Those have no tangible colors or shapes but are very real just the same. Here’s hoping that another day will bring a softer resolution to the struggle; a happier smile to my life.
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