Sleet the Rain | Susan N. Aassahde - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Sleet the Rain | Susan N. Aassahde

A custody spear pass
hotpot the street flight –
plop mountain crave,
the sill weep of rust;
cow mist flute sickle.

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