Poem - Aged Shackle Spits

aged
shackle
spits

the jittery
resistance
gains
beyond
the expectation

wide-eyed
choir
gains
madly
opposite
the tall
incantation
the poisonous
wine
blows

shadowed
word
runs
for
the monsoon
several
removes
through
the oblivion
the eternal
stress
manifests

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