Poem - Up The Weapon Whichever Dances Angrily

up
the weapon
whichever
dances
angrily
up
the condition



big
book
donates

secret
daydream
neglects

with
the award
we
serves

neither
fits
greedily
through
the grey
demon
fast
the clever
corpse
drinks

those
grinds
over
the guilt

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