Poem - The Acidic Pistol Runs

the acidic
pistol
runs

justly
she
wears

smoothly

opposite
the coal-black
peace
tough
sanctuary
falls

the dizzy
knife
disbands

recklessly

whichever
forgives
for
the rabid
scorn

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