The churning
Cool smoke in amber shadows
Ebony pillows swirl unrest
Ancient growl do eyes report
Sweet curls of bowel breath
Confines cave echo low
Boil masses deaths retort
Ebony pillows swirl unrest
Ancient growl do eyes report
Sweet curls of bowel breath
Confines cave echo low
Boil masses deaths retort
This Poems Story
Entering a home to get the son of a worried mother would see me spend a million panic stricken years about his lair in a handful of seconds.Now aware and prepared,I enter and remove the innocents.
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