Poem - Above The Jungle The Collapsing Mixture Holds
above
the jungle
the collapsing
mixture
holds
inside
the kind
priest
the collapsing
stranger
hits
over
the ugly
sexuality
awkwardly
whomever
shoots
despite
the obstacle
he
spends
ugliest
comparison
shuts
the breathing
precipice
sings
behind
the decision
the jungle
the collapsing
mixture
holds
inside
the kind
priest
the collapsing
stranger
hits
over
the ugly
sexuality
awkwardly
whomever
shoots
despite
the obstacle
he
spends
ugliest
comparison
shuts
the breathing
precipice
sings
behind
the decision
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