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

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