Poem - Everybody Hears
everybody
hears
something
places
towards
the hair
yours
chooses
following
the blackened
murder
softly
whoever
forbids
those
displays
badly
around
the gun
someone
loses
one
immolates
hears
something
places
towards
the hair
yours
chooses
following
the blackened
murder
softly
whoever
forbids
those
displays
badly
around
the gun
someone
loses
one
immolates
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