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Fussell Fenixxx Milled Putter

I have walked through fields of pain, started brush fires of shame, that burned whole mountain sides, down on top of me and through the ashes I struggle to form again gigantic wings made from satellite stones I push through volcanic and new

molten

madness

powerful

peacock

floating

on a skiff of selfishness oblivious to the paper thin transparent skin of the onlookers that are the sons and daughters of earth for to them I no longer belong for to them I have lost the language

and I rise

fire belching

furious

feathered 

festooned in flint and frock

I begin

again