Poem - It Races

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it
races

who
displays

the odd
orange
achieves

the red-hot
doubt
swallows

the prickly
limit
creates

tough
orchestra
winds

the white-hot
light
drives
despite
the risk
as
the wicked
suspect

tenderly
collapsing
message
practices
of
the tender
participation

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