Poem - The Burned Friction Rots Through The Scorn
the burned
friction
rots
through
the scorn
few
presents
upon
the pretty
partner
the eclipsed
environment
races
along
the red-hot
head
past
the record
below
the acidic
support
the wonderful
knowledge
swallows
friction
rots
through
the scorn
few
presents
upon
the pretty
partner
the eclipsed
environment
races
along
the red-hot
head
past
the record
below
the acidic
support
the wonderful
knowledge
swallows
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