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I paint a scene,
Though I am painted.
Connection seen.
I am the ocean.
Domino stacked.
It falls without fail.
A holy pact.
I choose my purpose.
(Hey. I tried a new form on this one. I thought it might help to express my points in a more abstract way to limit myself a little more, but I fear I have written jibberish. Any thoughts?)
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.
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