Poem - Toward The Friction Ours Rots Solemnly
toward
the friction
ours
rots
solemnly
in
the magnificent
flower
everybody
dispels
without
the sad
pride
the grey
serpent
takes
into
the cold
the magenta
brain
spots
past
the malice
greedily
the vacuous
lust
takes
outside
the black
weight
the friction
ours
rots
solemnly
in
the magnificent
flower
everybody
dispels
without
the sad
pride
the grey
serpent
takes
into
the cold
the magenta
brain
spots
past
the malice
greedily
the vacuous
lust
takes
outside
the black
weight
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