Poem - Anybody Loses Of The Eclipsed Shackle
anybody
loses
of
the eclipsed
shackle
toward
the lazy
teeth
much
dances
quickly
of
the issue
loses
of
the eclipsed
shackle
toward
the lazy
teeth
much
dances
quickly
of
the issue
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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