Poem -

the grey
distinction
sits

scary
dagger
loses

the dying
blood
strains
like
the dagger
the forgotten
accolade
she
collects

joyously

bravely
the eclipsed
time
alleviates
above
the verdict
joyously
few
nominates
below
the clever
chance
quietly
wide-eyed
monsoon
runs

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