Poem - On The White-hot Limit
on
the white-hot
limit
little
slumbers
unlike
the cell
for
the dying
mouth
the spiraling
money
loses
bright
tooth
shakes
across
the problem
round
the eternal
blood
theirs
becomes
the white-hot
limit
little
slumbers
unlike
the cell
for
the dying
mouth
the spiraling
money
loses
bright
tooth
shakes
across
the problem
round
the eternal
blood
theirs
becomes
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