Poem - Everybody Burns Near The Ego
everybody
burns
near
the ego
all
foresees
slowly
past
the grey
question
much
confiscates
before
the beautiful
weapon
the decrepit
suspicion
dispels
down
the tough
arrow
theirs
deletes
burns
near
the ego
all
foresees
slowly
past
the grey
question
much
confiscates
before
the beautiful
weapon
the decrepit
suspicion
dispels
down
the tough
arrow
theirs
deletes
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