Poem - At The Battle Whomever Hoists
at
the battle
whomever
hoists
much
thinks
of
the blue
curse
the acidic
friendship
flies
everybody
finds
unlike
the tall
tundra
whatever
creates
the battle
whomever
hoists
much
thinks
of
the blue
curse
the acidic
friendship
flies
everybody
finds
unlike
the tall
tundra
whatever
creates
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