Poem - Whomever Ponders Without The Coal-black Assistance

whomever
ponders
without
the coal-black
assistance

like
the oblivion

rotted
independence
splits
like
the jungle
towards
the pistol
the nasty
blood
strikes

tensely

deliberately
each
reveals
by
the hex

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