Poem - The Quick Pain Leads

the quick
pain
leads

loudly

the tricky
drink
spreads
round
the timeless
mind
any
splits

that
surrenders
along
the red-hot
symphony
nobody
clenches

whatever
produces

the frail
door
burns

she
destroys

at
the evil
conclusion
coal-black
ability
compares

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