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Sunday, September 24, 2017

"My face..."




My face is succumbing to age, I am so much older,
It seems, but that I’m not –
I’ll tear down your empires.
Lay ruin
To their mercenary tillers.


Anatol Cordua © 2017

Posted by WA at 7:08 AM
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