Poem - Whomever Winds

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whomever
winds


quiet
rifle
incites
suspiciously

towards
the secret
nightmare
watery
incantation
blows
along
the veracity
after
the odd
mind
he
decomposes

the grey
impression
fits

after
the moon
ordinary
target
attaches

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