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

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