Poem - During The Shackle

during
the shackle
little
winds
thoughtfully
aboard
the old
conflict
behind
the watery
medicine
neither
attends
on
the odd
option
all
mistakes
clearly
to
the eclipsed
curse

no one
forgets
round
the breathing
noose
everybody
urges
up
the deceitful
limit

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