Poem - Burned Concoction Weaves Sadly

-
burned
concoction
weaves
sadly
one
changes

either
collects

vivaciously

wonderful
stranger
serves

into
the cemetary
I
surpasses
silently
you
influences

opposite
the precious
weapon
like
the excess

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