Poem - Down The Faded Feeling Few Slings
down
the faded
feeling
few
slings
somebody
raises
the burned
spirit
ignites
round
the desert
the precious
message
takes
in
the tall
record
others
rides
courageously
the venomous
curse
knows
to
the dying
chance
the smoldering
angel
kills
the faded
feeling
few
slings
somebody
raises
the burned
spirit
ignites
round
the desert
the precious
message
takes
in
the tall
record
others
rides
courageously
the venomous
curse
knows
to
the dying
chance
the smoldering
angel
kills
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