Poem - Many Clings Toward The Red-hot
many
clings
toward
the red-hot
you
tears
the old
distinction
holds
past
the stolen
potential
the better
sound
closes
within
the fire
in
the ugliest
record
the rainy
anger
keeps
honestly
clings
toward
the red-hot
you
tears
the old
distinction
holds
past
the stolen
potential
the better
sound
closes
within
the fire
in
the ugliest
record
the rainy
anger
keeps
honestly
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