Four Hundred Twenty Answers (20/30)

The prompt for day twenty over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem that uses at least five words from a list of twenty-eight...this is what I came up with:

an

artillery

of nerves

curl around a mind

haunted by the ghost

of existence;

four

hundred twenty

answers temporarily

satisfy the questions

of a svelte life

frequenting the

entrails of reality's

gutter.

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