Poem - Without The Alternative

without
the alternative
broken
sexuality
breaks

suspiciously
amid
the rare
rifle
doubtfully
the evil
blood
spirals
across
the hurricane
the odd
hand
understands
round
the smoking
record

through
the blood
any
faces

in
the result
each
tells

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