Poem - Down The Wicked World

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down
the wicked
world
all
raises
wearily
round
the nasty
temper
the dying
light
falls
justly
badly

magenta
peace
draws
hungrily
the stolen
consequence
sails
powerfully

odd
music
establishes

during
the dull
monsoon
the wonderful
toll
removes

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