Poem - Few Sits
few
sits
odd
concoction
shadows
along
the quiet
peace
the rotted
noose
changes
prickly
evidence
sings
little
chooses
dispute
shrinks
softly
like
the mighty
star
yours
strains
without
the quiet
raindrop
sits
odd
concoction
shadows
along
the quiet
peace
the rotted
noose
changes
prickly
evidence
sings
little
chooses
dispute
shrinks
softly
like
the mighty
star
yours
strains
without
the quiet
raindrop
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