Poem - Many Fits Like The Aged Argument
many
fits
like
the aged
argument
I
closes
along
the experiment
at
the advantage
of
the discomfort
fits
like
the aged
argument
I
closes
along
the experiment
at
the advantage
of
the discomfort
Poem - Bad Praise Kills
bad
praise
kills
frail
temper
raises
through
the concoction
one
destroys
unlike
the race
at
the eternal
tundra
nothing
flies
the spiraling
partner
shakes
off
the boat
the better
battle
costs
theirs
grants
past
the spirit
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