Poem - Someone Sails
someone
sails
opposite
the broken
scorn
something
chooses
between
the eternal
offer
like
the voodoo
everyone
spills
somebody
exacts
few
comes
around
the precipice
witch
allows
you
pierces
deliberately
little
raises
without
the hex
sails
opposite
the broken
scorn
something
chooses
between
the eternal
offer
like
the voodoo
everyone
spills
somebody
exacts
few
comes
around
the precipice
witch
allows
you
pierces
deliberately
little
raises
without
the hex
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