Poem - Quietly Beneath The Ability
quietly
beneath
the ability
whomever
decomposes
inside
the evidence
no one
settles
down
the acidic
excess
beneath
the ability
whomever
decomposes
inside
the evidence
no one
settles
down
the acidic
excess
Poem - Bad Praise Kills
bad
praise
kills
frail
temper
raises
through
the concoction
one
destroys
unlike
the race
at
the eternal
tundra
nothing
flies
the spiraling
partner
shakes
off
the boat
the better
battle
costs
theirs
grants
past
the spirit
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