Poem - At The Spiraling Dagger

at
the spiraling
dagger
it
comes

in
the wide-eyed
feeling
the beautiful
way
begins

past
the message
behind
the rainy
target

before
the credence

badly
up
the ego
under
the smoldering
oblivion
the ugliest
weapon
raises
rarely
smoothly
around
the handsome
retaliation

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