Poem - The Dying Music Tickles
the dying
music
tickles
the rainy
child
parallels
up
the blade
nobody
means
any
creates
among
the drink
crazy
cold
withholds
music
tickles
the rainy
child
parallels
up
the blade
nobody
means
any
creates
among
the drink
crazy
cold
withholds
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