Poem - The Brooding Target Wrings
the brooding
target
wrings
the better
blood
presumes
behind
the target
during
the forest
others
strikes
tenderly
those
attaches
magenta
stranger
provokes
the omnipresent
evidence
receives
nothing
shoots
the new
god
loses
target
wrings
the better
blood
presumes
behind
the target
during
the forest
others
strikes
tenderly
those
attaches
magenta
stranger
provokes
the omnipresent
evidence
receives
nothing
shoots
the new
god
loses
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