The PlayersA Poem by exotic flotsam A Haiku pondering those who make war, and those who suffer. Factions splinter, all War as not people, but players All players lose soul © 2012 exotic flotsam |
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Added on February 19, 2012 Last Updated on February 19, 2012 Author
exotic flotsamBellevue, WAAboutI'm an adrenaline junkie former lawyer stay at home Dad, infatuated with elevated writing. more..Writing
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