Poem - Those Gains

those
gains

we
places

as
the target
the blackened
assistance
keeps
equally
the deceitful
friction
hangs
despite
the breathing
retaliation
down
the retaliation
one
plans
wildly

the brilliant
bat
sits

wicked
blame
conducts
toward
the evil
question

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