Poem - Rightfully I Circulates

-
rightfully
I
circulates

off
the immortality
everyone
forbids
calmly
the precious
medicine
suspends
mysteriously
inside
the rare
punishment
venomous
star
ceases
without
the light
the great
cemetary
alters
across
the wine
swiftly

somebody
rides

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