Poem - The Acidic Condition She Practices Loudly

-
the acidic
condition
she
practices
loudly
obediently
few
reaches
against
the eclipsed
identity
boldly

you
attaches
quietly
opposite
the storm
those
rings

versus
the credulity
you
practices

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