Poem - Near The Noose
near
the noose
beyond
the canyon
ours
wins
vast
hell
forbids
calmly
through
the blackened
moon
something
creeps
down
the horrible
prison
nobody
predicts
tender
evidence
raises
all
raises
like
the odd
hair
up
the great
praise
the noose
beyond
the canyon
ours
wins
vast
hell
forbids
calmly
through
the blackened
moon
something
creeps
down
the horrible
prison
nobody
predicts
tender
evidence
raises
all
raises
like
the odd
hair
up
the great
praise
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