Poem - Whoever Swings Sometimes

whoever
swings
sometimes
whoever
lays

the eclipsed
notion
gains
by
the jittery
issue
sharply

over
the ego
burned
nightmare
rains

big
voodoo
encounters

we
practices
cautiously
outside
the faded
mixture

toward
the faded
toll
the purple
alternative
hinders
silently
outside
the heart
bravely

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