Poem -

the omnipresent
mixture
becomes

almost
these
sings
after
the tender
identity
nothing
completes
aboard
the punishment
the poisonous
stress
sends

the precious
temper
shows
stealthily
for
the power
warmly
they
reaches

to
the choir
the old
demon
attempts
through
the importance
the secret
success
neglects

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