Poem - For The Sin
for
the sin
accidentally
with
the sound
the quick
feeling
sacrifices
shyly
to
the purple
immortality
the sin
accidentally
with
the sound
the quick
feeling
sacrifices
shyly
to
the purple
immortality
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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