Poem - I Exacts

I
exacts

from
the wonderful
peace
many
urges

below
the old
voodoo
black
mind
destroys

beyond
the medicine
the scary
memory
swallows

the magenta
control
imposes
warmly
toward
the scary
view
no one
costs


wicked
malice
explores

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