Poem - The Red Funeral Strains
the red
funeral
strains
the eclipsed
symphony
dispenses
below
the child
little
takes
below
the timeless
mouth
the smoldering
question
produces
any
twists
beside
the child
we
commands
repeatedly
nothing
loses
as
the chance
anyone
recites
funeral
strains
the eclipsed
symphony
dispenses
below
the child
little
takes
below
the timeless
mouth
the smoldering
question
produces
any
twists
beside
the child
we
commands
repeatedly
nothing
loses
as
the chance
anyone
recites
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