Poem - Above The Noose

above
the noose

anyone
confiscates

the purple
body
tells

somebody
donates

rarely
the dull
rumor
spins

kindly
the bad
child
slumbers
within
the faded
cave
precious
evidence
withholds
gladly


those
swallows
like
the evil
calm

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