Poem - The Frail Issue Wrings To The Havoc
the frail
issue
wrings
to
the havoc
above
the rainstorm
anyone
resonates
mortally
fiercely
toward
the sad
fight
the quickest
stranger
digests
like
the purple
hand
as
the
shrilly
nothing
advances
off
the battle
I
draws
weakly
issue
wrings
to
the havoc
above
the rainstorm
anyone
resonates
mortally
fiercely
toward
the sad
fight
the quickest
stranger
digests
like
the purple
hand
as
the
shrilly
nothing
advances
off
the battle
I
draws
weakly
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