Poem - Theirs Rains

theirs
rains

awkwardly
the clever
independence
leads

the black
stress
deals

rainy
pill
blows
with
the picture
great
clock
celebrates

across
the evil
flame
the rotted
comment
collects

shadowed
weight
discharges

past
the dying
voodoo

up
the brilliant
precipice

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