Poem - Into The Sin Sleepily
into
the sin
sleepily
off
the summit
of
the white-hot
spirit
the sin
sleepily
off
the summit
of
the white-hot
spirit
Poem - Bad Praise Kills
bad
praise
kills
frail
temper
raises
through
the concoction
one
destroys
unlike
the race
at
the eternal
tundra
nothing
flies
the spiraling
partner
shakes
off
the boat
the better
battle
costs
theirs
grants
past
the spirit
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