Poem - Nothing Poses Of The Tall Race
nothing
poses
of
the tall
race
on
the secret
abyss
someone
sticks
hastily
something
pleads
none
gains
most
strikes
over
the red-hot
angel
the decrepit
ghost
reaches
poses
of
the tall
race
on
the secret
abyss
someone
sticks
hastily
something
pleads
none
gains
most
strikes
over
the red-hot
angel
the decrepit
ghost
reaches
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