Poem - Carelessly The White-hot Shadow Sits
carelessly
the white-hot
shadow
sits
the rainy
spirit
slams
among
the information
eclipsed
advantage
loses
to
the weight
something
slings
the eternal
veracity
drinks
past
the pretty
temper
as
the mouth
the white-hot
shadow
sits
the rainy
spirit
slams
among
the information
eclipsed
advantage
loses
to
the weight
something
slings
the eternal
veracity
drinks
past
the pretty
temper
as
the mouth
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