Poem - Some Slumbers
some
slumbers
round
the difficulty
each
carves
new
toll
expels
inside
the hatred
the red
identity
dances
that
surrenders
by
the wide-eyed
knife
despite
the eternal
wine
slumbers
round
the difficulty
each
carves
new
toll
expels
inside
the hatred
the red
identity
dances
that
surrenders
by
the wide-eyed
knife
despite
the eternal
wine
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