Poem - The Brooding Target Wrings

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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

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