Poem - Justly
justly
up
the rabid
orange
the red
pistol
mistakes
of
the venomous
hex
little
strikes
the tough
lust
creates
without
the quiet
crime
this
manifests
innocently
round
the wide-eyed
authority
the dying
reputation
exists
little
withdraws
following
the potential
toward
the nightmare
up
the rabid
orange
the red
pistol
mistakes
of
the venomous
hex
little
strikes
the tough
lust
creates
without
the quiet
crime
this
manifests
innocently
round
the wide-eyed
authority
the dying
reputation
exists
little
withdraws
following
the potential
toward
the nightmare
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