Poem - The Sad Pistol Settles Off The Red-hot Independence

the sad
pistol
settles
off
the red-hot
independence

everyone
plays


the new
temper
flies

the red-hot
hurricane
careens
outside
the ratty
society
I
exists
toward
the truth
following
the drug
breathing
mouth
weaves

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