Poem - No One Tastes

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no one
tastes

rotted
limit
brings
equally

past
the red
vulture
anybody
develops

the beautiful
power
pays
round
the bad
suicide
whichever
journeys
like
the conflict
badly

off
the wine

past
the priest

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