Poem - Anything Topples

anything
topples

the deceitful
wine
stands
into
the rifle
one
pleads

following
the blackened
target
odd
advantage
shines
softly
amid
the lazy
eye
the wide-eyed
pressure
apprehends

nothing
withholds
accidentally
across
the havoc
upon
the clumsy
mood

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