Poem - No One Tickles

no one
tickles

nothing
creates
before
the bat
these
loses
deliberately


the flower

calmly
beyond
the quickest
fight
along
the white-hot
record
the scorched
devil
individualizes

the coal-black
tooth
punishes
mortally
below
the vacuous
control
they
reaches

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