Poem - Past The Fire
past
the fire
any
slings
the purple
jealousy
carves
gently
below
the thunderstorm
white-hot
blade
disbands
irritably
the aged
sin
brushes
the wide-eyed
television
destroys
past
the faded
serpent
either
kills
the fire
any
slings
the purple
jealousy
carves
gently
below
the thunderstorm
white-hot
blade
disbands
irritably
the aged
sin
brushes
the wide-eyed
television
destroys
past
the faded
serpent
either
kills
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