Super shapes
on painted capes
Raising up
the setting sun
Overcoming
underwhelms
Many pointless
battles won
Not much-doing
whispers brewing
Something never said
What was it?
That was lost for good
Swapped by
silent sight instead
Once a bold
assertion relevant
To be admired
in morbid stews
Barely visible on
the skin-tight scene
When looking back
on old tattoos
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