Fixed formatting for poem

content/posts/tearblood-iridescence-poem.md

@@ -5,14 +5,13 @@ draft = false
 tags = ['poetry']
 +++
 
-```
+{{< poem >}}
 Stiffly resting with the death I know that degradingly grips the Seventh Heaven of tortured rust.
-That borrowed flesh, quasi-conversing in metronome breaths,
-	necromanced with chance like a stereo metal pipe dream.
+That borrowed flesh, quasi-conversing in metronome breaths, necromanced with chance like a stereo metal pipe dream.
 The thoughts I have when I can't get the amnesia tones out of the radiator.
 Fear it is, when that midnight grievance puffs your polluted veins to sound pounding freight trains.
 
 I was ridden with tearblood iridescence
 When I entered the room of Presence...
 But now I can taste essence.
-```
+{{< / poem >}}

layouts/shortcodes/poem.html

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+{{ replace .Inner "\n" "<br/>" | safeHTML }}