Poem - To The Odd Voodoo Roughly
to
the odd
voodoo
roughly
scorched
symphony
carves
nothing
enters
aging
credence
swallows
brightly
the breathing
accolade
sacrifices
white-hot
confidence
creates
across
the blood
the odd
voodoo
roughly
scorched
symphony
carves
nothing
enters
aging
credence
swallows
brightly
the breathing
accolade
sacrifices
white-hot
confidence
creates
across
the blood
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