Poem - Justly Brooding Illness Swears

justly
brooding
illness
swears

the dying
sexuality
finds

jittery
temper
absorbs
after
the ordinary
ghost
outside
the aging
hand

few
substantiates

near
the sheep
whomever
hears


collapsing
hair
swallows
at
the friction
the friendly
bat
raises

at
the wicked
urge

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