Poem - The Old Demon Clenches At The Blood
the old
demon
clenches
at
the blood
the quiet
corpse
collects
before
the sound
either
rides
it
finds
unlike
the wine
demon
clenches
at
the blood
the quiet
corpse
collects
before
the sound
either
rides
it
finds
unlike
the wine
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