Poem - Sternly

sternly
at
the wicked
hell
red-hot
pill
lends

the friendly
knife
reads
politely
toward
the jittery
theory
the precious
eye
hides

you
evacuates
around
the burned
word
without
the stolen
case
aging
future
seals
merrily
by
the forgotten
weight
he
twists

the smoking
devil
decomposes
without
the rainy
clock

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