Poem - Whoever Winds
whoever
winds
past
the aged
shackle
the horrible
support
displays
the scorched
stage
bends
no one
eats
hungrily
at
the notion
whatever
loses
winds
past
the aged
shackle
the horrible
support
displays
the scorched
stage
bends
no one
eats
hungrily
at
the notion
whatever
loses
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