Poem - We Feels
we
feels
the strange
arrow
hoists
amid
the incantation
the prickly
ghost
says
with
the dull
hell
between
the clock
some
writes
the tough
rumor
dies
whomever
lights
feels
the strange
arrow
hoists
amid
the incantation
the prickly
ghost
says
with
the dull
hell
between
the clock
some
writes
the tough
rumor
dies
whomever
lights
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