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Grace Shuffle Haunted

06/22/2017 by Mark Miller Trapped within a self-absorbed scarred Feeling left behind stripped image astray By one's own disclosed empty box enraged Spiral reflection appears behind mirrors scatter dust Supplant made drones doom the sector white house Without names they shuffle past hoping for final rest Mocking banter day hours into entryway darkness Covered glass shrines conceal purposeless figure past Sinks below dark shadows left empty cavern bones Final breach held beneath looking glass revealed

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Date: 3/23/2018 3:09:00 PM
Great tribute Mark..
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Date: 3/22/2018 6:33:00 PM
to honor my ancestors who never left their comrades in Poland. True heroes without names.
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