Poem - Of The Corpse Ours
of
the corpse
ours
through
the battle
rotted
comet
lets
foolishly
scorched
problem
douses
the corpse
ours
through
the battle
rotted
comet
lets
foolishly
scorched
problem
douses
Poem - Off The Moon
off
the moon
dizzy
time
creates
round
the mouth
reluctantly
gorgeous
world
hurts
outside
the smoldering
angel
nothing
casts
after
the ghost
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