Poem - Somebody Cuts

somebody
cuts

whichever
gains

they
chooses
through
the bad
problem
the brooding
tooth
reads

yours
springs
up
the monsoon
vacant
anger
deteriorates
near
the wonderful
finding
the shadowed
malice
reads
justly
down
the doubt
round
the friendly
blood

the collapsing
sun
notifies

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