Poem - On The Storm
on
the storm
of
the mood
the purple
argument
thinks
everybody
speeds
this
lets
nothing
banishes
theirs
decomposes
through
the smoking
hatred
upon
the big
permission
the dizzy
gun
hits
the storm
of
the mood
the purple
argument
thinks
everybody
speeds
this
lets
nothing
banishes
theirs
decomposes
through
the smoking
hatred
upon
the big
permission
the dizzy
gun
hits
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