Poem - Mortally The Aged Prison Reaches Up The Quiet Earthquake
mortally
the aged
prison
reaches
up
the quiet
earthquake
around
the voodoo
the tender
sin
rides
politely
about
the ugliest
daydream
easily
inside
the fist
like
the society
the aged
prison
reaches
up
the quiet
earthquake
around
the voodoo
the tender
sin
rides
politely
about
the ugliest
daydream
easily
inside
the fist
like
the society
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