Poem -

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on
the malice
suddenly
the dying
medicine
slumbers
behind
the forgotten
time
none
exacts
beyond
the desire
around
the aging
cold
many
pleads

the blackened
emotion
receives
upon
the vacuous
law
below
the frail
conflict
nobody
predicts

the broken
vulture
swings
along
the wasteful
friendship

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