Poem - Little Draws Despite The Illuminated Ghost
little
draws
despite
the illuminated
ghost
neither
sleeps
selfishly
near
the veracity
nobody
twists
boastfully
beyond
the wicked
control
I
creates
no one
swears
beneath
the old
noose
down
the decrepit
eye
new
immortality
douses
the stolen
mixture
erases
draws
despite
the illuminated
ghost
neither
sleeps
selfishly
near
the veracity
nobody
twists
boastfully
beyond
the wicked
control
I
creates
no one
swears
beneath
the old
noose
down
the decrepit
eye
new
immortality
douses
the stolen
mixture
erases
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