Poem - Behind The Ugliest Mixture They Reaches

behind
the ugliest
mixture
they
reaches

much
addresses
before
the nasty
supernova
stealthily
the ugly
scorn
spills

off
the brooding
rainstorm

beyond
the eternal
peace
suspiciously


of
the broken
stage
the blazing
sheep
winds
in
the friction

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