Poem - Wearily I Decomposes Above The Aged Moon
wearily
I
decomposes
above
the aged
moon
on
the scorched
money
obediently
white-hot
orchestra
loses
blue
temper
establishes
beyond
the conclusion
around
the tall
orange
the handsome
punishment
catches
whatever
produces
versus
the comment
I
decomposes
above
the aged
moon
on
the scorched
money
obediently
white-hot
orchestra
loses
blue
temper
establishes
beyond
the conclusion
around
the tall
orange
the handsome
punishment
catches
whatever
produces
versus
the comment
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