Poem - Few Spirals

-
few
spirals


stolen
ability
stings
amid
the shadowed
doubt
one
shrinks
perfectly
the white-hot
prison
sails
on
the spirit
silently
this
surpasses

the ordinary
pistol
evacuates

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