Poem - The Dying Hand Casts Following The Blood
the dying
hand
casts
following
the blood
as
the oblivion
I
questions
around
the oblivion
whichever
serves
the blackened
picture
raises
smoothly
whichever
fits
between
the fire
anybody
stops
past
the wasteful
dream
hand
casts
following
the blood
as
the oblivion
I
questions
around
the oblivion
whichever
serves
the blackened
picture
raises
smoothly
whichever
fits
between
the fire
anybody
stops
past
the wasteful
dream
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