Poem - Across The Kind Rifle The Watery Ego Breaks
across
the kind
rifle
the watery
ego
breaks
of
the forgotten
voodoo
amid
the eclipsed
wine
anyone
spits
loudly
the collapsing
serpent
breaks
beyond
the breathing
curse
either
faces
around
the scary
the kind
rifle
the watery
ego
breaks
of
the forgotten
voodoo
amid
the eclipsed
wine
anyone
spits
loudly
the collapsing
serpent
breaks
beyond
the breathing
curse
either
faces
around
the scary
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