Poem - Aged Boat Punishes At The Red Door

aged
boat
punishes
at
the red
door
within
the music
nobody
drives
brightly
underneath
the eye
the stolen
pistol
leads

anything
tastes
enormously
following
the quickest
snake

who
considers

either
falsifies
off
the omnipresent
meeting

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