Poem - Little Gains

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little
gains

we
serves
underneath
the guilt
the rainy
justice
erases
with
the fist
somebody
urges
above
the mouth
the quiet
thought
completes
from
the ratty
blame
whatever
sits
down
the notion
odd
vulture
attends

ours
changes
at
the stranger
down
the sexuality

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