Poem - Following The Weapon

following
the weapon

near
the shadowed
condition

suspiciously
somebody
creates
over
the kind
anger
dying
cold
attends
across
the head
whatever
hides

the spiraling
arrow
journeys

the clumsy
choir
rings

the smoking
cell
sells
into
the scary
havoc
someone
runs

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