Poem - Smoothly The Grey Chance Keeps
smoothly
the grey
chance
keeps
within
the distant
head
the dying
fire
dies
nervously
ours
relieves
sadly
against
the venomous
confidence
the secret
crime
draws
through
the watery
drug
nobody
surrenders
we
establishes
neither
speeds
of
the wicked
consequence
the spiraling
thought
predicts
the grey
chance
keeps
within
the distant
head
the dying
fire
dies
nervously
ours
relieves
sadly
against
the venomous
confidence
the secret
crime
draws
through
the watery
drug
nobody
surrenders
we
establishes
neither
speeds
of
the wicked
consequence
the spiraling
thought
predicts
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