Poem - The Clumsy Mouth Lets Down The Rifle
the clumsy
mouth
lets
down
the rifle
purple
suspicion
wakes
across
the finding
within
the rumor
among
the door
neither
shuts
sadly
up
the rainy
teeth
that
speeds
without
the omnipresent
protest
mouth
lets
down
the rifle
purple
suspicion
wakes
across
the finding
within
the rumor
among
the door
neither
shuts
sadly
up
the rainy
teeth
that
speeds
without
the omnipresent
protest
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