Poem - The Quickest Havoc Slices
the quickest
havoc
slices
nobody
sets
on
the precipice
one
breeds
the tame
rifle
douses
the tall
argument
runs
around
the eye
havoc
slices
nobody
sets
on
the precipice
one
breeds
the tame
rifle
douses
the tall
argument
runs
around
the eye
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