Poem - Round The Dying Tale Warmly
round
the dying
tale
warmly
no one
picks
something
ignites
round
the jittery
discomfort
someone
flails
the blazing
award
destroys
the dying
tale
warmly
no one
picks
something
ignites
round
the jittery
discomfort
someone
flails
the blazing
award
destroys
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