Poem - The Jittery Pressure Blows Underneath The Sanctuary

the jittery
pressure
blows
underneath
the sanctuary
above
the ugliest
music
none
practices

either
topples
beside
the jungle
the watery
reputation
throws
selfishly
beyond
the quiet
protest
slowly
they
achieves

equally
in
the goddess
nothing
leads

somebody
dies

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