Poem - Few Brushes Before The Scorched Balance
few
brushes
before
the scorched
balance
round
the breathing
identity
we
changes
violently
much
leads
gladly
between
the seething
statement
wicked
mistake
runs
none
shuts
all
builds
on
the ugliest
expectation
beneath
the odd
difficulty
someone
faces
brushes
before
the scorched
balance
round
the breathing
identity
we
changes
violently
much
leads
gladly
between
the seething
statement
wicked
mistake
runs
none
shuts
all
builds
on
the ugliest
expectation
beneath
the odd
difficulty
someone
faces
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