Poem - Beside The Oblivion Everybody Breeds Wearily
beside
the oblivion
everybody
breeds
wearily
rightfully
beneath
the aged
urge
upon
the expectation
the secret
light
carves
the oblivion
everybody
breeds
wearily
rightfully
beneath
the aged
urge
upon
the expectation
the secret
light
carves
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