Poem - Many Rots

-
many
rots

blindly
the new
focus
shuts

versus
the blue
nightmare

under
the brooding
ghost
ugly
problem
drinks

whatever
hides

off
the better
gun
the decrepit
teeth
reads
accidentally

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