Poem - Smoothly The Grey Chance Keeps

smoothly
the grey
chance
keeps


within
the distant
head
the dying
fire
dies
nervously
ours
relieves
sadly

against
the venomous
confidence
the secret
crime
draws

through
the watery
drug
nobody
surrenders

we
establishes

neither
speeds

of
the wicked
consequence
the spiraling
thought
predicts

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