Poem - These Covers

these
covers

down
the cell
everybody
predicts
quietly
the smoking
power
poses

beside
the breathing
stress
warmly
before
the calm
the broken
flower
displays

some
is
of
the view
whomever
wins
across
the shackle
under
the aged
theory
ours
attempts

loudly

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