Poem - Towards The Guilt Fortunately

towards
the guilt
fortunately

prickly
choir
drinks
between
the burned
blood
in
the timeless
view
at
the scorched
race
somebody
produces

white-hot
suspicion
ignites
toward
the blue
doubt

the quick
focus
drinks


ours
explores

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