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In the eye of the hurricane
Smoke is a chemical
Doorknobs are our stinging cancer
And soon is time
And further is the parallel
Seven is eleven
Rhyming purely game
In the eye of the blind
Negative is seen
Dead air is breathed
And lived
this poem is absolutely incredible..
"In the eye of the hurricane
Smoke is a chemical" i love how you started that