Poem - Round The Pressure

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round
the pressure
the black
desert
swings

much
dies
without
the truth
enormously
the vacuous
strategy
serves

the tender
pistol
dies


up
the collapsing
light
doubtfully
anyone
winds
in
the strange
belief

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