Poem - The Nightmare Solves
the nightmare
solves
nobody
circulates
before
the precious
orange
no one
spreads
irritably
the collapsing
monsoon
stands
the grey
claim
flies
over
the mixture
yours
hurts
following
the long
noose
solves
nobody
circulates
before
the precious
orange
no one
spreads
irritably
the collapsing
monsoon
stands
the grey
claim
flies
over
the mixture
yours
hurts
following
the long
noose
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