Poem - The Broken Word Winds

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the broken
word
winds

towards
the moon
everybody
keeps


the red
injury
predicts

this
ignites

anybody
dispels

fiercely
grey
calm
poses
by
the blackened
heaven
somebody
realizes
beside
the handsome
blood

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