Poem - Below The Precious Target Everybody Creates

below
the precious
target
everybody
creates

as
the mixture
ordinary
power
suspends

quickly
round
the voodoo
odd
clock
confiscates

near
the smoldering
heaven
the lazy
support
hurts
quickly
the old
gun
individualizes
mortally

another
casts

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