Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Atlas

Puzzles fall together on an atlas 
Some what shifted and unput together 

Cordanence is genuine 
It moves like a needle through skin 
Like being lost between here and a thousand oceans 

And a black hand shake good bye 
Grim reaper smiles at the funeral 
And she cries ... 

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