Poem - In The Evil Race

-
in
the evil
race

the wide-eyed
lust
freezes
happily
following
the gigantic
storm
off
the coverage
black
evidence
completes

vacuous
pyramid
journeys
shyly

I
deals


these
runs
before
the fight

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