Criminal Minds

Criminal Minds

A Poem by CJ43223
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A distant memory...

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                                             She is the controller of the game
                                         Thousands of CPU add up as a gang

Configurations open to display
Its combination leads to astray

Only the ones who have the map
can spot the logic of the straps

Processing units do rotate
leaving people contemplate

© 2020 CJ43223


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Added on August 6, 2020
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