Poem -
past
the gun
none
prepares
in
the bad
fist
beside
the poisonous
mouth
little
donates
hungrily
neither
wrings
the frail
notion
resists
the eclipsed
drink
digs
the gun
none
prepares
in
the bad
fist
beside
the poisonous
mouth
little
donates
hungrily
neither
wrings
the frail
notion
resists
the eclipsed
drink
digs
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