Poem - Few Slings Repeatedly

few
slings
repeatedly

suddenly
that
meets

sternly

above
the quick
drink
each
develops
off
the fight
innocently
yours
swears
without
the eternal
law
some
gathers
above
the enlightened
future
the stolen
fire
dreams

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