Poem - Each Swings Past The Quiet Hair

-
each
swings
past
the quiet
hair
kind
flower
digs
over
the dream
some
runs

she
loses


inside
the clumsy
tsunami
odd
mouth
grinds

whatever
gets
rarely

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