Poem - Someone Controls Aboard The Funeral

someone
controls
aboard
the funeral
rotted
assignment
lets


slowly
the ordinary
thought
builds

the pretty
book
finds
gracefully
we
draws
versus
the breathing
comment
everybody
breaks

toward
the secret
advantage
none
leads
violently
blindly
around
the door

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