Poem - Whatever Draws
whatever
draws
old
picture
destroys
toward
the blood
ours
swallows
sharply
towards
the monsoon
omnipresent
forest
hinders
vivaciously
past
the conflict
draws
old
picture
destroys
toward
the blood
ours
swallows
sharply
towards
the monsoon
omnipresent
forest
hinders
vivaciously
past
the conflict
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