Poem -
quickest
pain
sends
after
the thought
some
changes
to
the seething
oblivion
many
cuts
I
settles
to
the impression
after
the identity
all
addresses
tenderly
near
the hell
pain
sends
after
the thought
some
changes
to
the seething
oblivion
many
cuts
I
settles
to
the impression
after
the identity
all
addresses
tenderly
near
the hell
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