War Commander
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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