Poem - Kind Scorn Forecasts Towards The Door
kind
scorn
forecasts
towards
the door
the coal-black
stage
flies
toward
the
to
the war
the shadowed
moon
extinguishes
across
the symphony
either
above
the devil
scorn
forecasts
towards
the door
the coal-black
stage
flies
toward
the
to
the war
the shadowed
moon
extinguishes
across
the symphony
either
above
the devil
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