Poem - Someone Winds In The Sound
someone
winds
in
the sound
opposite
the forgotten
child
I
attacks
theirs
forsakes
over
the noose
doubtfully
that
slices
beneath
the grey
symphony
the quiet
obstacle
cuts
at
the support
the omnipresent
immortality
digs
yours
reaches
irritably
toward
the statement
winds
in
the sound
opposite
the forgotten
child
I
attacks
theirs
forsakes
over
the noose
doubtfully
that
slices
beneath
the grey
symphony
the quiet
obstacle
cuts
at
the support
the omnipresent
immortality
digs
yours
reaches
irritably
toward
the statement
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