It maybe hardest task by far
To hold open the door to the oncoming storm
The fire's not lit, the floor's not swept
I should send you on to the nearest safe house
But the incursion must go forward
The battle go as planned
Contingencies are accounted for
As all and sundry
Are seized
The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
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Sunday, March 20, 2016
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