Spicule Poems - Poems about Spicule

...It must have been made and rejected, in night’s grinding gears – a knobby irregularity, a leftover of smelt and dross. This is all there is a gobbet of oven clinker, but behind it I sense cr......

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...Fools war to their core, but what do fools war for, ignoring all wars before, a course of awful war falls as unlawful war fools on horses call for war, once more, a war not small for all to endu......

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