Martyr

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Martyr formed in childhood,
prisoner of mind and secret,
held like steel in bitter shine,
life stranger than any dreams,
where laughter littered days,
darkened diamond shadow,
made crazy thoughts reality;
seeded truths for adult seer.

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Editor, writer, poet.
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