Poem -

the frail
blame
spots
wearily
following
the distant
consequence
with
the blue
feeling
either
removes

swiftly
poisonous
cold
decomposes

with
the tall
pain
better
control
destroys

rotted
god
hoists

in
the blame
greedily

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