Poem - None Creeps For The Quiet Pyramid
none
creeps
for
the quiet
pyramid
over
the evil
truth
the quick
desire
sets
on
the blood
the wide-eyed
injury
says
breathing
oblivion
quits
down
the stranger
rarely
the ordinary
curse
completes
opposite
the dispute
creeps
for
the quiet
pyramid
over
the evil
truth
the quick
desire
sets
on
the blood
the wide-eyed
injury
says
breathing
oblivion
quits
down
the stranger
rarely
the ordinary
curse
completes
opposite
the dispute
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