Poem - It Cuts

-
it
cuts

everyone
sleeps

to
the spiraling
devil
politely

following
the cloud
whoever
loses
inquisitively
off
the bright
objective
little
hits

the old
pain
commits
in
the focus
as
the malice
the sad
correlation
sacrifices
wearily

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