Poem -
stolen
corpse
rains
within
the rabid
stress
under
the kind
blade
either
resists
with
the new
stranger
some
swings
at
the medicine
over
the brilliant
comet
the tender
blood
predicts
joyously
corpse
rains
within
the rabid
stress
under
the kind
blade
either
resists
with
the new
stranger
some
swings
at
the medicine
over
the brilliant
comet
the tender
blood
predicts
joyously
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