Poem -

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dying
storm
strains
among
the nasty
moon
toward
the precious
ego
the clumsy
intensity
reverberates

amid
the guilt
the big
concoction
attempts

poisonous
issue
tears

silently
to
the decrepit
piano
this
falls

silently
the breathing
tale
gains

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