Poem - Whichever Swallows

whichever
swallows

to
the memory
the big
sun
takes

tricky
drug
places
enthusiastically

little
pontificates

the wide-eyed
door
loses
behind
the stolen
temper
by
the crazy
orchestra
anybody
brushes

somebody
relieves
about
the gun
this
manifests
toward
the tame
importance
we
controls

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