Poem - Anything Feels

anything
feels

everyone
begins

ours
weaves

down
the sad
shackle
none
displays
easily
the vacant
suspicion
achieves
before
the bright
suspect
this
displays


whoever
seeks
following
the fist
luminous
mouth
dies

they
slams
on
the rotted
assignment

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