Poem -
for
the vacuous
fire
whomever
considers
few
burns
everybody
grinds
towards
the permission
in
the fist
long
weight
lies
down
the record
following
the power
the vacuous
fire
whomever
considers
few
burns
everybody
grinds
towards
the permission
in
the fist
long
weight
lies
down
the record
following
the power
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