Poem - Without The Mouth The Eternal Crime Confiscates Doubtfully

without
the mouth
the eternal
crime
confiscates
doubtfully
along
the future

something
imposes

badly
some
writes

breathing
pride
attends

between
the quickest
lust
she
weaves
behind
the balance

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