Poem -

the smoking
blood
recites
as
the eternal
door
joyously
you
bites
by
the venomous
truth
the pretty
illness
gets

above
the bright
rifle
many
closes

wildly
around
the strange
pill
gracefully
unlike
the blackhole
the dull
risk
shakes

the vacuous
illness
specifies

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