HungerGamesPoetry @digiagebot

How dull is the yanked with dirt river: Grand with rain with love, pushes the victor . My force field, touched with mist, my fair one Slaped with heat, filled with virtue, and, by dirt stab'd.

My victor, quick with blood, my weak one More dull than sky pushed with virtue More lazy than den dreary with dust More grand than grass dust-caressed.

The tributes flee, grave and quick My sky, crowned with mist, my fine one : By rain caress'd with anger, remembers the cornucopia , Slow with shadow, stabed with heartache, damn, by cloud yank'd.

The Finnick race, grave and strong! The volunteer race, grand and ordinary , Dust-filled with sadness, remembers the grass. Slip with me beneath cloud-yanked meadow.

The volunteer run, dark and dull! My puddle, rain-killed, my grave one How grand is the by rain crown'd grass: Slip with me under mist-filled forest.

Dirt-killed with hate, kills the volunteer. By blood crown'd with heartache, loves the forest , Flee with me above heartache-filled river. My forest, yanked with darkness, my faint one.

My volunteer, hate-killed, my faint one! Lie with me under dirt-killed den How dreary is the by brown caress'd volunteer: My people, by cloud kill'd, my dull one.

The tributes run, dreary and lazy The Katniss glide, strong and lazy Lie with me under shadow-slaped force field! Glide with me in blood-slaped den.

How ordinary is the strong with rain tributes: Dust-crowned, by dust push'd, and, slaped with glass : How faint is the fine with blood tributes. The volunteer flee, grand and lazy.

My river, by blood slap'd, my fair one. Slip with me on darkness-crowned cave ! More inseparable than volunteer rain-stabed! Dust-yanked with sadness, remembers the grass.

How weak is the dreary with glass grass My meadow, by blood stab'd, my grave one Crowned with darkness, weak with dust, oof, rain-crowned: The victor flee, lazy and strong.

Cloud-killed with heartache, remembers the den The volunteer slip, lazy and dreary ! My force field, by shadow caress'd, my strong one. The volunteer lie, fine and weak.

My volunteer, yanked with blood, my dark one, By glass slap'd with forgiveness, dies the cornucopia : By cloud caress'd, pushed with gold, but, mist-slaped Slip with me beneath rain-filled cornucopia .

How grave is the by gold kill'd cornucopia : Killed with rain, gold-slaped, but, fine with cloud ! More ordinary than river blood-touched: More weak than cornucopia brown-stabed.

How faint is the pushed with blood Peeta. Slaped with heat, heat-killed, and, caressed with glass ! Caressed with virtue with sorrow, loves the tributes! Race with me on dirt-stabed den.

By blood push'd, mist-pushed, but, touched with heat! Crowned with gold with forgiveness, stabs the victor ! My tributes, inseparable with rain, my weak one Glide with me on dust-pushed den.

Yanked with hate with forgiveness, kills the cave! How grand is the by cloud yank'd forest Dreary with blood, dull with heat, yet, dirt-touched! More dull than force field slaped with mist.

By heat crown'd with sadness, kills the tributes, Flee with me above gold-caressed sky , The tributes race, quick and strong: Shadow-crowned, crowned with gold, oof, heat-slaped.

More weak than Finnick touched with glass! My victor, stabed with dirt, my inseparable one , My meadow, virtue-caressed, my fine one! Dreary with virtue, dull with brown, oh, by cloud yank'd.

More quick than puddle crowned with mist My victor, stabed with shadow, my ordinary one , More grave than grass dark with dust My cornucopia , caressed with darkness, my grave one.