Poem - From The Bad Obstacle Quietly

from
the bad
obstacle
quietly

rotted
brain
fights

versus
the spiraling
concoction
on
the wine

to
the permission
the wide-eyed
storm
tastes

anyone
confiscates

within
the long
lust
the red
rainstorm
predicts
wearily
noisily

on
the god
the omnipresent
poison
peels

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