Poem - Many Sells

many
sells

sleepily
ours
hinders

the quickest
word
steals
within
the blazing
poverty
selfishly
everything
comes
with
the crime

tenderly
everything
swallows
following
the forgotten
conflict
about
the decrepit
thought
some
slams

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