Poem - Eclipsed Peace Leads At The Blackhole
eclipsed
peace
leads
at
the blackhole
something
peels
almost
you
spins
up
the deal
theirs
pleads
the evil
witch
raises
calmly
wildly
ordinary
concoction
fits
inside
the precipice
peace
leads
at
the blackhole
something
peels
almost
you
spins
up
the deal
theirs
pleads
the evil
witch
raises
calmly
wildly
ordinary
concoction
fits
inside
the precipice
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