Poem - Without The Dull Control

without
the dull
control

whomever
urges
under
the quick
crime
among
the burned
teeth
as
the illness
toward
the pretty
corpse
all
draws

the enlightened
moon
sells

innocently

from
the secret
blade
the vacant
argument
draws

deliberately
everything
gains
near
the knowledge
you
banishes
blindly

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