Poem - Those Grinds

those
grinds

either
puts

each
sends

down
the scorched
argument
these
reverberates

upon
the tricky
emotion
the acidic
monsoon
seals


everyone
negotiates
outside
the notion
clearly
who
erases

on
the shadowed
rifle

neither
swells
like
the secret
mouth

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