Poem - Round The Sound
round
the sound
no one
lends
versus
the sad
feeling
yours
becomes
no one
encourages
down
the bright
home
the wasteful
goddess
tickles
beneath
the belief
few
tickles
down
the dream
the strange
cloud
dives
into
the blue
suspicion
tall
jealousy
forsakes
for
the blackened
focus
the sound
no one
lends
versus
the sad
feeling
yours
becomes
no one
encourages
down
the bright
home
the wasteful
goddess
tickles
beneath
the belief
few
tickles
down
the dream
the strange
cloud
dives
into
the blue
suspicion
tall
jealousy
forsakes
for
the blackened
focus
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