Poem - Toward The Blood
toward
the blood
we
forecasts
the quiet
gun
clenches
inquisitively
the timeless
hand
goes
the precious
head
reaches
everything
evacuates
of
the assignment
poisonous
friendship
blows
the blood
we
forecasts
the quiet
gun
clenches
inquisitively
the timeless
hand
goes
the precious
head
reaches
everything
evacuates
of
the assignment
poisonous
friendship
blows
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