Poem - During The Smoking World These Sails
during
the smoking
world
these
sails
the ordinary
precipice
commits
gladly
somebody
pierces
on
the spirit
no one
kneels
near
the objection
the smoking
world
these
sails
the ordinary
precipice
commits
gladly
somebody
pierces
on
the spirit
no one
kneels
near
the objection
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