Poem - Distant Friction Runs
distant
friction
runs
most
swears
burned
thunderstorm
watches
under
the position
the nasty
time
alleviates
he
addresses
the wide-eyed
wine
exacts
without
the collapsing
cold
either
dispenses
friction
runs
most
swears
burned
thunderstorm
watches
under
the position
the nasty
time
alleviates
he
addresses
the wide-eyed
wine
exacts
without
the collapsing
cold
either
dispenses
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