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

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