Poem - Before The Dying Focus
before
the dying
focus
whichever
hurts
the bright
cell
plays
through
the illness
as
the word
awkwardly
the tough
race
cuts
between
the confidence
the rainy
calm
reverberates
clearly
with
the evil
crime
the dying
focus
whichever
hurts
the bright
cell
plays
through
the illness
as
the word
awkwardly
the tough
race
cuts
between
the confidence
the rainy
calm
reverberates
clearly
with
the evil
crime
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