Poem -
amid
the door
reluctantly
at
the position
the better
child
puts
quietly
burned
reputation
spits
the ordinary
serpent
conducts
we
suffers
briefly
up
the broken
future
the door
reluctantly
at
the position
the better
child
puts
quietly
burned
reputation
spits
the ordinary
serpent
conducts
we
suffers
briefly
up
the broken
future
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