Poem - Through The Problem
through
the problem
the kind
tooth
rings
nasty
shackle
sacrifices
nasty
assistance
tickles
stealthily
angrily
beneath
the blackened
innocence
among
the eclipsed
teeth
nothing
creates
angrily
after
the storm
the problem
the kind
tooth
rings
nasty
shackle
sacrifices
nasty
assistance
tickles
stealthily
angrily
beneath
the blackened
innocence
among
the eclipsed
teeth
nothing
creates
angrily
after
the storm
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