Poem - By The Havoc
by
the havoc
the odd
finding
hangs
past
the white-hot
result
within
the hand
along
the tender
pain
decrepit
distinction
draws
she
forecasts
the havoc
the odd
finding
hangs
past
the white-hot
result
within
the hand
along
the tender
pain
decrepit
distinction
draws
she
forecasts
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