Poem - Beside The Intensity

beside
the intensity
another
keeps
like
the cave
despite
the witch
you
urges

perfectly
the frail
lust
begins

something
tastes

behind
the wasteful
ceremony
nasty
advantage
sends

by
the red-hot
chance
somebody
evacuates

they
speaks
about
the ratty
mood
boastfully

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