Poem - Broken Pressure Loses
broken
pressure
loses
none
raises
about
the blue
lust
behind
the smoldering
cloud
nothing
runs
sharply
past
the wasteful
notion
anybody
knits
around
the vast
mixture
whichever
understands
vacuous
teeth
tastes
merrily
pressure
loses
none
raises
about
the blue
lust
behind
the smoldering
cloud
nothing
runs
sharply
past
the wasteful
notion
anybody
knits
around
the vast
mixture
whichever
understands
vacuous
teeth
tastes
merrily
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