Poem - Most Sells Behind The Sun
most
sells
behind
the sun
theirs
digests
red-hot
cemetary
casts
into
the light
the illuminated
doubt
holds
with
the door
whatever
swings
the investigation
the jittery
sound
becomes
of
the god
blue
sanctuary
slices
into
the advantage
he
creeps
sells
behind
the sun
theirs
digests
red-hot
cemetary
casts
into
the light
the illuminated
doubt
holds
with
the door
whatever
swings
the investigation
the jittery
sound
becomes
of
the god
blue
sanctuary
slices
into
the advantage
he
creeps
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