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Poem © Turtlefreak121
Shelled
Rests the turtle in his shell
Lost within his private Hell
Stories at least a thousand fold
Never to have been told
Quiet sits the terrapin
Wondering where all he has been
Ninja dance past memory
Disguised in blood drenched imagery
Longing the turtle still feels
To close old wounds and battling ills
Hard pressed is he to carry on
In a city which suffers from opinion
Who for all, lets a turtle in
When on his back there is a coffin's pin?