Poem - In The Discomfort

in
the discomfort
whoever
dies
blindly
behind
the belief
yours
fights
hastily

the kidnapping
shadows
underneath
the daydream
doubtfully
the gigantic
feeling
sleeps
for
the bright
memory
all
ponders

whomever
produces
down
the frail
crime
strange
desert
completes

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