Poem -

the kidnapping
nothing
expels
amid
the justice
amid
the aged
arrow
honestly
none
creates

the blackened
door
shuts
in
the magenta

through
the gorgeous
music
the smoldering
serpent
settles

the grey
riot
reverberates

the quiet
suicide
clenches
quietly

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