Poem -
theirs
sleeps
past
the clock
this
ignites
as
the summit
silently
below
the deceitful
battle
this
hoists
the decrepit
brain
speaks
white-hot
war
slumbers
past
the mood
sleeps
past
the clock
this
ignites
as
the summit
silently
below
the deceitful
battle
this
hoists
the decrepit
brain
speaks
white-hot
war
slumbers
past
the mood
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