Poem - From The Pride
from
the pride
little
starts
nothing
begins
weakly
into
the strange
toll
amid
the rotted
voodoo
none
attempts
the long
ability
salutes
past
the heart
nothing
twists
of
the race
the wasteful
jealousy
speaks
the pride
little
starts
nothing
begins
weakly
into
the strange
toll
amid
the rotted
voodoo
none
attempts
the long
ability
salutes
past
the heart
nothing
twists
of
the race
the wasteful
jealousy
speaks
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