Poem - Wearily The Poisonous Mood Bends

wearily
the poisonous
mood
bends

little
shuts
about
the attempt
above
the smoking
devil
clearly
few
creates
blindly
around
the stolen
way


the ugliest
retaliation
celebrates
with
the dizzy
witch
round
the symphony

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