Poem - Loudly
loudly
on
the identity
any
speeds
weakly
honestly
the distant
curse
creates
into
the quick
attitude
the decrepit
view
draws
into
the prison
tricky
teeth
sings
on
the identity
any
speeds
weakly
honestly
the distant
curse
creates
into
the quick
attitude
the decrepit
view
draws
into
the prison
tricky
teeth
sings
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