Poem - Pretty Time Places Softly Round The Battle

pretty
time
places
softly
round
the battle
no one
journeys
about
the ratty
spirit
round
the deceitful
precipice
up
the red
award
the secret
noose
completes

the black
demon
imposes
through
the desert
following
the tear
they
selects
outside
the blame

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