Cost The Least Coin – Unhinged Poem

A haemorrhage,

blisters and pus,

cynical membrane,

polished rust,

we weather the kingdom,

to spoil the spiders,

suffocating the children,

of a tomorrow unseen,

a dance you call for,

a madness of fortunate beings,

ten times in a row,

one whisper to know,

we see the segment,

we see the tickets go,

symbol of sickness,

parts played,

roles sold…

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