Poem - Nothing Catches
nothing
catches
all
imposes
whatever
writes
ours
spins
the scorched
oblivion
creates
catches
all
imposes
whatever
writes
ours
spins
the scorched
oblivion
creates
Poem - Badly Many Runs Along The Tall Argument
badly
many
runs
along
the tall
argument
briefly
few
teaches
beneath
the better
emotion
the jittery
memory
spins
as
the book
boldly
somebody
flies
unlike
the blood
purple
poison
pontificates
frantically
that
defends
someone
deletes
across
the better
tear
across
the smoking
intensity
you
explores
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