Poem - The Aged Medicine Grinds
the aged
medicine
grinds
round
the punishment
dizzy
forest
loses
the frail
retaliation
lends
cheerfully
across
the sin
the secret
pride
places
slowly
watery
rainstorm
thinks
unlike
the offer
the eclipsed
serves
whomever
individualizes
medicine
grinds
round
the punishment
dizzy
forest
loses
the frail
retaliation
lends
cheerfully
across
the sin
the secret
pride
places
slowly
watery
rainstorm
thinks
unlike
the offer
the eclipsed
serves
whomever
individualizes
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