Poem - The Scorched Mind Pierces
the scorched
mind
pierces
down
the aging
word
calmly
the prickly
control
rains
around
the conflict
whoever
compares
you
winds
honestly
mind
pierces
down
the aging
word
calmly
the prickly
control
rains
around
the conflict
whoever
compares
you
winds
honestly
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