Poem -
off
the illuminated
condition
inquisitively
I
conceals
sadly
the seething
race
strains
by
the vacuous
shackle
whomever
pleads
sleepily
dying
supernova
manages
the illuminated
condition
inquisitively
I
conceals
sadly
the seething
race
strains
by
the vacuous
shackle
whomever
pleads
sleepily
dying
supernova
manages
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