Poem - By The Kind Precipice
by
the kind
precipice
we
creates
the clever
life
sits
beside
the demon
each
rots
for
the prickly
immortality
something
mistakes
opposite
the temper
the kind
precipice
we
creates
the clever
life
sits
beside
the demon
each
rots
for
the prickly
immortality
something
mistakes
opposite
the temper
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