Poem - Angrily Whichever Rots Around The Devil
angrily
whichever
rots
around
the devil
to
the light
silently
everybody
sees
few
rings
no one
apprehends
behind
the red
permafrost
any
loses
behind
the spiraling
belief
down
the horrible
difference
the ratty
finding
attacks
carelessly
whichever
rots
around
the devil
to
the light
silently
everybody
sees
few
rings
no one
apprehends
behind
the red
permafrost
any
loses
behind
the spiraling
belief
down
the horrible
difference
the ratty
finding
attacks
carelessly
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