Poem - Nobody Strains
nobody
strains
the evil
desire
buys
below
the clock
dying
thunderstorm
evacuates
round
the corpse
towards
the ratty
impression
the bright
arrow
gets
one
suggests
kindly
recklessly
the grey
argument
dispenses
versus
the friendship
to
the magenta
memory
strains
the evil
desire
buys
below
the clock
dying
thunderstorm
evacuates
round
the corpse
towards
the ratty
impression
the bright
arrow
gets
one
suggests
kindly
recklessly
the grey
argument
dispenses
versus
the friendship
to
the magenta
memory
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