White-Binder PoemsBy David Eide |
the silent prayer of a free man is an empty head on a small storm In walks the crowds unknown, the core of the man burns and burns The core of the man outside of the saltine world/ wrung with unquenchable hate.
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the silent prayer of a free man is an empty head on a small storm In walks the crowds unknown, the core of the man burns and burns The core of the man outside of the saltine world/ wrung with unquenchable hate. |
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