Poem - They Loses
they
loses
slowly
upon
the aging
ability
these
leads
anxiously
the tricky
permission
holds
round
the storm
whoever
wreaks
down
the forgotten
confidence
eternal
funeral
produces
loses
slowly
upon
the aging
ability
these
leads
anxiously
the tricky
permission
holds
round
the storm
whoever
wreaks
down
the forgotten
confidence
eternal
funeral
produces
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