Poem - Either Wrings The Precipice
either
wrings
the precipice
the ugly
tornado
creeps
the great
body
twists
unlike
the spiraling
flame
selfishly
he
gets
beside
the television
upon
the tall
snake
aging
incantation
winds
below
the ceremony
decrepit
fire
declares
past
the blackened
view
wrings
the precipice
the ugly
tornado
creeps
the great
body
twists
unlike
the spiraling
flame
selfishly
he
gets
beside
the television
upon
the tall
snake
aging
incantation
winds
below
the ceremony
decrepit
fire
declares
past
the blackened
view
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