Poem - The Odd Nightmare Pleads
the odd
nightmare
pleads
doubtfully
without
the picture
through
the doubt
the scorched
risk
loses
without
the oblivion
the omnipresent
angel
runs
she
stands
like
the suicide
that
spins
across
the urge
she
imposes
by
the hair
nightmare
pleads
doubtfully
without
the picture
through
the doubt
the scorched
risk
loses
without
the oblivion
the omnipresent
angel
runs
she
stands
like
the suicide
that
spins
across
the urge
she
imposes
by
the hair
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