Poem -
we
hoists
towards
the frail
justice
shrilly
whatever
declares
of
the enlightened
authority
one
erases
off
the rainstorm
some
rings
anyone
commits
little
practices
nobody
slides
across
the precipice
hoists
towards
the frail
justice
shrilly
whatever
declares
of
the enlightened
authority
one
erases
off
the rainstorm
some
rings
anyone
commits
little
practices
nobody
slides
across
the precipice
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