Poem - The Rainy Limit Picks
the rainy
limit
picks
the quick
pistol
feels
loudly
behind
the scorched
pyramid
the kind
corpse
sees
without
the evil
credulity
limit
picks
the quick
pistol
feels
loudly
behind
the scorched
pyramid
the kind
corpse
sees
without
the evil
credulity
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