Poem - From The Jealousy Most Slings Gladly
from
the jealousy
most
slings
gladly
something
dances
wicked
world
shreds
almost
under
the distinction
past
the monsoon
neither
dives
the jealousy
most
slings
gladly
something
dances
wicked
world
shreds
almost
under
the distinction
past
the monsoon
neither
dives
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