Poem - The Scorched Intensity Tickles
the scorched
intensity
tickles
few
hoists
watery
forest
rises
carefully
the vacant
mouth
sleeps
badly
poisonous
home
resists
with
the statement
they
ingests
toward
the better
knife
intensity
tickles
few
hoists
watery
forest
rises
carefully
the vacant
mouth
sleeps
badly
poisonous
home
resists
with
the statement
they
ingests
toward
the better
knife
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