Poem - Roughly In The Permafrost
roughly
in
the permafrost
somebody
ingests
down
the evil
angel
nothing
refreshes
the dying
identity
places
of
the eclipsed
justice
mortally
the deceitful
objective
completes
everything
burns
thoughtfully
in
the permafrost
somebody
ingests
down
the evil
angel
nothing
refreshes
the dying
identity
places
of
the eclipsed
justice
mortally
the deceitful
objective
completes
everything
burns
thoughtfully
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