Poem -
from
the illness
somebody
sings
by
the mood
others
dreams
the decrepit
orchestra
reads
the stolen
shrinks
among
the blue
nightmare
something
peels
through
the forest
the illness
somebody
sings
by
the mood
others
dreams
the decrepit
orchestra
reads
the stolen
shrinks
among
the blue
nightmare
something
peels
through
the forest
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