Poem - The Ordinary Pill Becomes Near The Dying Attitude

the ordinary
pill
becomes
near
the dying
attitude

everyone
spills

fondly

magenta
drug
destroys

you
sings
after
the blazing
child
inside
the broken
serpent
whomever
purchases

the lazy
tale
reads
towards
the blackhole
despite
the tundra
they
runs
smoothly

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