Poem - We Gains
we
gains
mighty
sound
spreads
on
the tale
nothing
arranges
for
the focus
that
settles
through
the blood
no one
forecasts
none
erases
gains
mighty
sound
spreads
on
the tale
nothing
arranges
for
the focus
that
settles
through
the blood
no one
forecasts
none
erases
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