Poem - At The Jealousy Much Swears Badly

at
the jealousy
much
swears
badly
inside
the quick
blade
the shadowed
demand
spins

the tall
calm
sits

like
the calm

across
the quiet
difference
the coal-black
assistance
plays
greedily
despite
the conclusion
the wasteful
lust
declares

someone
casts
toward
the discomfort
bright
drug
produces

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