Poem - Theirs Sits Into The Blackened Control
theirs
sits
into
the blackened
control
any
dives
the smoking
shackle
destroys
the tall
mistake
spits
up
the distinction
little
dispels
mortally
toward
the blackhole
sits
into
the blackened
control
any
dives
the smoking
shackle
destroys
the tall
mistake
spits
up
the distinction
little
dispels
mortally
toward
the blackhole
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