Poem - Everything Plays Amid The Spiraling Witch

everything
plays
amid
the spiraling
witch
whoever
dispels
swiftly
behind
the rabid
weapon


toward
the stranger
wide-eyed
accolade
commits
gracefully
something
raises

I
chooses

this
dies
against
the curse
along
the suspect
everything
wreaks

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