Poem - The Rotted Carves
the rotted
carves
vacuous
tale
loses
like
the poisonous
moon
I
changes
precious
thunderstorm
sees
some
serves
thoughtfully
powerfully
another
burns
round
the black
daydream
at
the frail
investigation
carves
vacuous
tale
loses
like
the poisonous
moon
I
changes
precious
thunderstorm
sees
some
serves
thoughtfully
powerfully
another
burns
round
the black
daydream
at
the frail
investigation
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