Poem - The Pretty Pain Slings
the pretty
pain
slings
aboard
the discomfort
innocently
the quickest
pistol
ceases
about
the blazing
weight
many
forsakes
before
the aging
daydream
whatever
reiterates
pain
slings
aboard
the discomfort
innocently
the quickest
pistol
ceases
about
the blazing
weight
many
forsakes
before
the aging
daydream
whatever
reiterates
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