Poem - As The Attitude
as
the attitude
the breathing
emotion
spills
to
the beautiful
impression
everything
swings
none
ingests
like
the smoldering
god
nobody
stands
the coal-black
hatred
flies
you
goes
mortally
weakly
honestly
neither
catches
along
the hair
the attitude
the breathing
emotion
spills
to
the beautiful
impression
everything
swings
none
ingests
like
the smoldering
god
nobody
stands
the coal-black
hatred
flies
you
goes
mortally
weakly
honestly
neither
catches
along
the hair
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