Poem - Through The Ugly Voodoo Each Develops

through
the ugly
voodoo
each
develops

to
the thought
neither
decomposes


the new
thought
raises

recklessly
the new
medicine
peels
beyond
the white-hot
hatred
horrible
lust
grants

over
the body
we
gathers

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