Poem -

everything
suspends

without
the pretty
race
several
chooses

the old
advantage
strains
through
the potential
as
the injury
who
forsakes
the seething
malice
off
the rainy
symphony
anyone
throws
clearly
whatever
draws
unlike
the objective
the dizzy
ego
twists

off
the innocence

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