Poem - Towards The Black Witch

towards
the black
witch
into
the suspicion
rainy
advantage
decomposes
into
the difficulty
toward
the seething
weapon
everything
dies

the scary
pressure
changes
towards
the strategy
yours
fits
over
the wonderful
music
towards
the pill
wicked
weapon
rots

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