Poem - Nothing Eats
nothing
eats
I
collects
theirs
wrings
into
the comet
we
draws
below
the breathing
star
the quiet
difference
swears
round
the vacant
shackle
eats
I
collects
theirs
wrings
into
the comet
we
draws
below
the breathing
star
the quiet
difference
swears
round
the vacant
shackle
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