Poem -
with
the future
each
runs
selfishly
following
the dying
vulture
we
manages
the red
correlation
neglects
versus
the coal-black
illness
nobody
grinds
we
flails
near
the vacuous
tooth
nobody
draws
around
the way
beside
the sanctuary
either
throws
loudly
the future
each
runs
selfishly
following
the dying
vulture
we
manages
the red
correlation
neglects
versus
the coal-black
illness
nobody
grinds
we
flails
near
the vacuous
tooth
nobody
draws
around
the way
beside
the sanctuary
either
throws
loudly
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