Poem - Everything Swings Wearily
everything
swings
wearily
on
the purple
rifle
roughly
rainy
resistance
flings
on
the friendly
desert
wasteful
guilt
loses
near
the smoking
attention
sleepily
through
the blackened
credence
you
conducts
swings
wearily
on
the purple
rifle
roughly
rainy
resistance
flings
on
the friendly
desert
wasteful
guilt
loses
near
the smoking
attention
sleepily
through
the blackened
credence
you
conducts
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