Poem -
at
the blade
nobody
sits
past
the evil
intention
decrepit
medicine
loses
to
the time
the broken
stranger
runs
boastfully
above
the collapsing
society
no one
attempts
the blade
nobody
sits
past
the evil
intention
decrepit
medicine
loses
to
the time
the broken
stranger
runs
boastfully
above
the collapsing
society
no one
attempts
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