The Poets' Promise
WHERE WORDS.
FAIL.
THIS BLOOD.
THIS BLOOD OF.
MINE.
EAGERLY.
WILLINGLY.
I SPILL.
ON.
A BLANK.
WHITE.
PAGE, FOR.
THE REST.
OF THE.
TIDY.
WORLD TO.
SEE!||
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