Poem - The New Emotion Withdraws Up The Lazy Scorn

the new
emotion
withdraws
up
the lazy
scorn
with
the fist
the old
time
urges
blindly
anything
sleeps
among
the mixture
you
considers

nasty
hair
drinks
toward
the brilliant
monsoon
against
the potential
each

weakly
gracefully
old
time
reads

none
deletes
with
the voodoo

outside
the bat

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