Poem - About The Door The Smoldering Storm Gains
about
the door
the smoldering
storm
gains
mysteriously
past
the blood
most
cuts
angrily
the collapsing
permission
hears
unlike
the shackle
into
the supernova
the door
the smoldering
storm
gains
mysteriously
past
the blood
most
cuts
angrily
the collapsing
permission
hears
unlike
the shackle
into
the supernova
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