Poem - Underneath The Seething Weapon No One Tickles

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underneath
the seething
weapon
no one
tickles

before
the smoldering
summit
upon
the ceremony
beneath
the breathing
friendship
none
commits
silently


the red-hot
priest
loses

the rare
curse
sings

inside
the peace
quiet
crime
falsifies

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