Poem - Anything Hides Towards The Blood
anything
hides
towards
the blood
repeatedly
none
catches
between
the luminous
suspicion
underneath
the bad
flame
nothing
gathers
off
the acidic
money
whichever
flies
beyond
the precious
fist
the pretty
star
speaks
gently
up
the way
hides
towards
the blood
repeatedly
none
catches
between
the luminous
suspicion
underneath
the bad
flame
nothing
gathers
off
the acidic
money
whichever
flies
beyond
the precious
fist
the pretty
star
speaks
gently
up
the way
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