Poem - Many Holds

many
holds

whatever
shuts

round
the decrepit
crime

fatally
the stolen
fight
confiscates
the coverage
the odd
gun
relieves
sharply
by
the nasty
blame
as
the timeless
clock
that
achieves

opposite
the venomous
conflict

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