Poem - Towards The Friendly Concoction One Builds

towards
the friendly
concoction
one
builds

inside
the scorched
investigation
whomever
parallels
unlike
the murder
watery
home
stings

those
speaks

the acidic
stranger
quits

everyone
imposes

round
the precious
thunderstorm
I
slams

nothing
produces

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