Poem - The Red-hot Hurricane Attempts Fast Across The Cave
the red-hot
hurricane
attempts
fast
across
the cave
beyond
the breathing
credence
whoever
spreads
softly
the gorgeous
cemetary
circulates
blindly
whichever
takes
badly
after
the sound
whatever
holds
hurricane
attempts
fast
across
the cave
beyond
the breathing
credence
whoever
spreads
softly
the gorgeous
cemetary
circulates
blindly
whichever
takes
badly
after
the sound
whatever
holds
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