Poem - Around The Illuminated Mood Rare Heaven Dies

around
the illuminated
mood
rare
heaven
dies

like
the coal-black
cemetary
somebody
closes

the wide-eyed
attitude
spills

yours
upsets

the distant
shadow
neglects

that
takes

most
sings
before
the sheep
something
displays

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