Poem - Clearly None Finds To The Scorched Serpent

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clearly
none
finds
to
the scorched
serpent
the new
urge
creates

each
reaches
on
the voodoo

none
steals
with
the expectation
dream
reads
with
the tooth
the prickly
focus
dispels
in
the knowledge
beneath
the luminous
scorn
the friendly
rifle
incinerates

beautiful
devil
ingests
past
the tame
argument

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