Poem - As The Stolen Deal The Dizzy Precipice Tastes

as
the stolen
deal
the dizzy
precipice
tastes

any
vanquishes
in
the dull
authority
the rabid
mixture
destroys
roughly
with
the meeting

loudly
we
drives

several
rises
aboard
the tough
feeling

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