Quadraticus...The General

by Franciscus Cercanor

I threw the keys down...they set fire to themselves...

Dance with me black through this murder of crows...by hj

Fall on me Tuesday. Take me down to the place we use to go. Take me down to where the gardner danced and grew those little tight berries that burst when the sun turned its back on the day. What was his name again? I was a boy then. It was only then that I had an end...hj

There is a little robe and a casket that I found in the land of Sam. He walked with me down the mountain he called ever Susan. He stuck it twice with his hand. Oh the mountain it cried and it followed but it never called him by name. We rested softly by the sand but never returned to the land of Sam...h

Wars are gonna breathe tghrough me and you will be no more...

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