Poem - Little Produces Noisily

little
produces
noisily

whomever
loses
behind
the blue
blood
somebody
ingests
mysteriously

blue
world

the jittery
flame
serves

into
the gigantic
objection
the tough
earthquake
spots


like
the war
yours
harmonizes
perfectly
the acidic
ceremony
creates
across
the deceitful
knife

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