THERE WAS A FEELING OF SYMPATHY BETWEEN US
Winter again
drunk
to shed
ramble makes
deeds
sail well wash
action dies matted
of a
fist lens paint
swear foam
bursts the
goat
midnight dog
backs
up shaking years
radiation source
fingers
defence city loners
death crosses
mark network
down
trench statues
commingling with the
dead
hotel gate presidents
reserve shells
and trench statues
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