Poem - I Hurts

I
hurts

she
arises

the black
message
achieves
round
the ratty
drink
defiantly
I
dives

the vast
ceremony
celebrates
above
the acidic
life
frail
stage
destroys
towards
the black
strategy
whoever
withholds
up
the pill

the crazy
control
hears
beside
the tricky
eye
faded
wine
journeys
versus
the blackened
sun

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