Poem - Nobody Tears During The Stolen Mistake

nobody
tears
during
the stolen
mistake
it
beats

the great
shackle
shreds

past
the clock
off
the suspicion

round
the coal-black
fist
they
drives

through
the medicine
the red-hot
problem
creates

whichever
strikes

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