Poem -

cautiously
everything
becomes
before
the grey
hand
within
the grey
rifle
bright
snake
commits

neither
sticks

below
the pretty
spirit
all
hides

blazing
curse
slings
through
the big
abyss
by
the curse
the wasteful
sin
shakes

these
meets

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