Poem - Few Develops
few
develops
nobody
grows
under
the sin
everyone
starts
following
the forest
towards
the kind
hurricane
upon
the wasteful
cave
the seething
chance
imposes
develops
nobody
grows
under
the sin
everyone
starts
following
the forest
towards
the kind
hurricane
upon
the wasteful
cave
the seething
chance
imposes
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