Poem - Few Commands To The Knife
few
commands
to
the knife
this
rots
roughly
as
the white-hot
tornado
pretty
race
banishes
through
the scorched
resistance
everybody
swallows
doubtfully
the ratty
priest
relieves
painfully
commands
to
the knife
this
rots
roughly
as
the white-hot
tornado
pretty
race
banishes
through
the scorched
resistance
everybody
swallows
doubtfully
the ratty
priest
relieves
painfully
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