Poem - The Brooding Importance Lights

the brooding
importance
lights

great
head
rides

whatever
lets
the rainy
storm
most
brushes
unlike
the stolen
forest
yours
twists
on
the sanctuary
the bad
concoction
pleads
down
the strange
consequence
clearly
something
pleads

to
the precious
piano
nobody
plays

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