Poem - Little Kills
little
kills
nothing
becomes
near
the plan
the red-hot
shackle
pays
opposite
the poisonous
bat
who
sings
kills
nothing
becomes
near
the plan
the red-hot
shackle
pays
opposite
the poisonous
bat
who
sings
Poem - Over The Old View She Meets
over
the old
view
she
meets
everybody
urges
aboard
the thought
that
holds
despite
the position
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