Poem -

of
the pistol
the new
record
hangs

bad
partner
drives

the rabid
dispute
incinerates
amid
the poisonous
oblivion
joyously
of
the blood
sadly
you
contracts

the black
rumor
evacuates
shrilly

dying
coverage
shakes
underneath
the tall
question

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