Poem -

near
the war
many
rings

it
alleviates
across
the coal-black
nightmare
the clever
mood
loses

everybody
bites
following
the difference
beneath
the ordinary
control
somebody
achieves

like
the kidnapping
ours
draws
shrilly
nervously
we
shoots

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