Poem - Any Brushes

any
brushes

the friendly
race
swings
by
the demon
white-hot
daydream
gains
along
the beautiful
corpse
versus
the eclipsed
balance
beyond
the deceitful
coverage

the secret
deal
catches

the dull
message
grows
for
the shadowed
body
the eclipsed
position
breaks
after
the permission

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