Poem - Some Spins Irritably

some
spins
irritably

tame
future
raises
above
the distant
ghost
the gorgeous
distinction
establishes

within
the war
repeatedly
softly
off
the objection
the quiet
hatred
sets

the tame
murder
withdraws

everybody
nominates
behind
the incantation
underneath
the blackened
pistol

the evil
piano
forsakes

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