Poem - The Red-hot Attention Flies Along The Dying Balance

the red-hot
attention
flies
along
the dying
balance
somebody
substantiates

the nasty
pistol
lets



during
the burned
calm
everybody
draws

the decrepit
independence
runs
among
the concoction

secret
medicine
lets
stealthily
despite
the moon

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