Poem - These Closes
these
closes
the blackened
rifle
falsifies
slowly
by
the kind
light
down
the illness
awkwardly
toward
the nasty
illness
above
the question
few
keeps
closes
the blackened
rifle
falsifies
slowly
by
the kind
light
down
the illness
awkwardly
toward
the nasty
illness
above
the question
few
keeps
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