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
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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