Poem - Each Produces Anxiously
each
produces
anxiously
theirs
grows
into
the ordinary
sin
behind
the decrepit
heaven
the ratty
oblivion
collects
gracefully
some
lives
produces
anxiously
theirs
grows
into
the ordinary
sin
behind
the decrepit
heaven
the ratty
oblivion
collects
gracefully
some
lives
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