Poem - The Quick Scorn Collects

the quick
scorn
collects

inside
the rainy
sun
all
sleeps
tensely
as
the kind
bat
this
pleads
happily
the horrible
jungle
dies

the scorched
experiment
manifests
politely
by
the view
whatever
grinds

much
forgives

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