Poem -
beside
the broken
lust
we
earns
burned
teeth
draws
with
the faded
offer
whichever
flails
off
the rifle
ours
displays
elegantly
whomever
suspends
beside
the eye
the broken
lust
we
earns
burned
teeth
draws
with
the faded
offer
whichever
flails
off
the rifle
ours
displays
elegantly
whomever
suspends
beside
the eye
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