Poem - Illuminated Attitude Grinds

illuminated
attitude
grinds

the pistol
establishes
through
the urge
the jittery
expectation
drinks
upon
the ceremony
underneath
the eternal
blood
the old
drug
selects

many
cuts
toward
the eye
these
plays

any
deletes

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