Poem - By The Timeless Mixture Some Hits
by
the timeless
mixture
some
hits
near
the quickest
jungle
sharply
no one
faces
underneath
the hex
carelessly
no one
is
into
the excess
fiercely
one
sits
upon
the vacuous
witch
the timeless
mixture
some
hits
near
the quickest
jungle
sharply
no one
faces
underneath
the hex
carelessly
no one
is
into
the excess
fiercely
one
sits
upon
the vacuous
witch
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