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Found Poetry 772
he wore a thunderstorm on his forsaken body veins like lightning leapt up heat waves rising from angry skin to burn a field of hair when the guests talk, he rumbles that each arm is a masterpiece because they can push but also catch everything
This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.
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