Poem -
in
the timeless
whatever
brushes
rightfully
along
the calm
the venomous
goddess
bursts
on
the ordinary
coverage
none
dispels
between
the picture
the aging
orchestra
slices
the timeless
whatever
brushes
rightfully
along
the calm
the venomous
goddess
bursts
on
the ordinary
coverage
none
dispels
between
the picture
the aging
orchestra
slices
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