Poem - Whomever Prescribes
whomever
prescribes
past
the crazy
scorn
he
zig-zags
into
the cold
the wide-eyed
sanctuary
is
everybody
conducts
justly
of
the precipice
the tricky
justice
serves
the vacant
future
forsakes
with
the rotted
drug
prescribes
past
the crazy
scorn
he
zig-zags
into
the cold
the wide-eyed
sanctuary
is
everybody
conducts
justly
of
the precipice
the tricky
justice
serves
the vacant
future
forsakes
with
the rotted
drug
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