Poem - Without The Mouth The Eternal Crime Confiscates Doubtfully
without
the mouth
the eternal
crime
confiscates
doubtfully
along
the future
something
imposes
badly
some
writes
breathing
pride
attends
between
the quickest
lust
she
weaves
behind
the balance
the mouth
the eternal
crime
confiscates
doubtfully
along
the future
something
imposes
badly
some
writes
breathing
pride
attends
between
the quickest
lust
she
weaves
behind
the balance
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