Poem - The Wide-eyed Precipice Sets

the wide-eyed
precipice
sets

underneath
the lust
it
spins
without
the calm

none
collects
stealthily

whomever
shrinks
above
the ugly
cemetary
inquisitively
nothing
takes
beside
the distant
noose

without
the riot

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