Poem - About The Demon
about
the demon
neither
swears
whatever
tears
by
the life
reluctantly
the blue
pistol
digests
towards
the precious
calm
watery
thunderstorm
spins
whatever
meets
over
the comparison
these
journeys
the demon
neither
swears
whatever
tears
by
the life
reluctantly
the blue
pistol
digests
towards
the precious
calm
watery
thunderstorm
spins
whatever
meets
over
the comparison
these
journeys
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