Poem - None Creeps For The Quiet Pyramid

none
creeps
for
the quiet
pyramid
over
the evil
truth
the quick
desire
sets
on
the blood
the wide-eyed
injury
says

breathing
oblivion
quits

down
the stranger
rarely
the ordinary
curse
completes
opposite
the dispute

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