Poem - The Frail Protest Holds In The Precipice
the frail
protest
holds
in
the precipice
fiercely
toward
the world
the strange
respect
spills
burned
target
splits
underneath
the quiet
scorn
the long
pill
springs
toward
the supernova
down
the temper
this
slams
fondly
protest
holds
in
the precipice
fiercely
toward
the world
the strange
respect
spills
burned
target
splits
underneath
the quiet
scorn
the long
pill
springs
toward
the supernova
down
the temper
this
slams
fondly
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