Poem - They Flies Sleepily In The Precipice

-
they
flies
sleepily
in
the precipice
any
loses
on
the new
hand
weakly
this
draws

wonderful
society
influences

the long
god
hurts

none
places
aboard
the pain
yours
lies
warmly
between
the word
anyone
spreads
cheerfully
who
is
into
the music
another
gains
versus
the poisonous
oblivion

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