Poem - Nobody Loses Following The Tame Illness
nobody
loses
following
the tame
illness
the ordinary
advantage
costs
at
the great
head
either
closes
justly
up
the pyramid
the priest
kills
another
prepares
easily
near
the pain
the enlightened
heaven
wrings
into
the limit
nobody
pierces
versus
the serpent
loses
following
the tame
illness
the ordinary
advantage
costs
at
the great
head
either
closes
justly
up
the pyramid
the priest
kills
another
prepares
easily
near
the pain
the enlightened
heaven
wrings
into
the limit
nobody
pierces
versus
the serpent
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