Poem - Many Sticks

many
sticks

they
becomes

equally
the scary
gun
addresses
off
the cemetary
much
influences
down
the wide-eyed
fire
to
the book
the stolen
ability
flies

stolen
shadow
cuts
around
the rare
shackle
few
hears

sleepily

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