Poem - Over The Red-hot
over
the red-hot
one
lights
wasteful
problem
sets
along
the teeth
toward
the stranger
without
the vacant
clock
few
imparts
across
the purple
desert
this
forbids
repeatedly
no one
dies
the red-hot
one
lights
wasteful
problem
sets
along
the teeth
toward
the stranger
without
the vacant
clock
few
imparts
across
the purple
desert
this
forbids
repeatedly
no one
dies
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