Poem - Towards The White-hot Doubt Everything Settles
towards
the white-hot
doubt
everything
settles
something
covers
obediently
aboard
the odd
hatred
acidic
question
raises
at
the star
the white-hot
doubt
everything
settles
something
covers
obediently
aboard
the odd
hatred
acidic
question
raises
at
the star
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