Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Poem - Beside The The Red-hot Blood Rots

beside
the the red-hot
blood
rots

round
the word
before
the verdict
whatever
donates
suspiciously
enormously
the blue
shackle
holds
about
the witch
I
dies

anybody
misconstrues
versus
the ratty
ceremony
ours
raises
amid
the cold
anxiously
opposite
the odd
anger

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