Poem - Few Winds

few
winds

most
topples
amid
the coal-black
knife
we
forecasts
amid
the time
selfishly

the eclipsed
society
puts
briefly
about
the race

the great
attention
conducts

the distant
praise
decomposes
beside
the shackle

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