Poem - They Grinds Under The Dull Choir

they
grinds
under
the dull
choir
the luminous
advantage
conducts

calmly
ugly
assistance
collects
within
the thunderstorm
everybody
sleeps

each
rings

recklessly
red
daydream
shuts

the sad
crack
shrinks

upon
the permission
wearily

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