Poem - No One Shuts

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no one
shuts

this
rides

black
hell
confiscates

between
the potential
the handsome
symphony
lies

above
the rumor
nobody
clenches
thoughtfully

blindly
few
shakes

despite
the wide-eyed
goddess
the wicked
hell
sells
carefully

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