Operational information in the file,
beneath the dusted papers of time.
The letter head of a forgotten style,
an account of a Government crime.
Forgotten in a dusted cabin long gone,
to the drift of dead family genes.
The sun lights the papers lines each dawn,
when was the last time this was seen.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Metaphor or not Epstein has been too much in the news and his files have been all the rage. Well done
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