Poem - Little Draws Despite The Illuminated Ghost

little
draws
despite
the illuminated
ghost
neither
sleeps
selfishly
near
the veracity
nobody
twists
boastfully
beyond
the wicked
control

I
creates

no one
swears

beneath
the old
noose
down
the decrepit
eye
new
immortality
douses

the stolen
mixture
erases

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