Poem - All Holds Without The Knife
all
holds
without
the knife
these
shoots
sleepily
after
the pretty
moon
the poisonous
chance
drinks
through
the seething
excess
the sad
control
sleeps
against
the friendly
way
whichever
resolves
holds
without
the knife
these
shoots
sleepily
after
the pretty
moon
the poisonous
chance
drinks
through
the seething
excess
the sad
control
sleeps
against
the friendly
way
whichever
resolves
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