Poem - Those Slumbers
those
slumbers
the bad
cemetary
runs
towards
the dream
behind
the focus
everybody
dies
tender
criminal
questions
behind
the mood
rotted
sound
carves
through
the thunderstorm
friendly
heart
pierces
anything
achieves
repeatedly
slumbers
the bad
cemetary
runs
towards
the dream
behind
the focus
everybody
dies
tender
criminal
questions
behind
the mood
rotted
sound
carves
through
the thunderstorm
friendly
heart
pierces
anything
achieves
repeatedly
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