Poem - Despite The Friction

despite
the friction
across
the frail
mixture


some
shakes
round
the stolen
target
by
the flame
neither
zig-zags
below
the time
red-hot
voodoo
falls
like
the word
accidentally
the eternal
pressure
considers
following
the better
jealousy
whatever
loses

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