Poem -
the quick
shadow
thinks
red
choir
splits
prickly
poison
creeps
poorly
nobody
confiscates
aboard
the way
everybody
arises
among
the grey
sheep
shadow
thinks
red
choir
splits
prickly
poison
creeps
poorly
nobody
confiscates
aboard
the way
everybody
arises
among
the grey
sheep
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