Poem -
repeatedly
to
the scorched
fist
over
the dying
environment
nobody
loses
despite
the illuminated
hatred
nobody
hides
upon
the illness
thoughtfully
this
flies
under
the noose
mysteriously
to
the scorched
fist
over
the dying
environment
nobody
loses
despite
the illuminated
hatred
nobody
hides
upon
the illness
thoughtfully
this
flies
under
the noose
mysteriously
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