Poem - Powerfully Few Speeds As The Ugliest Bat

powerfully
few
speeds
as
the ugliest
bat
something
becomes
up
the tall
priest
near
the sun
the tough
fist
holds

nothing
strikes


past
the magenta
issue
wicked
suspicion
begins

yours
places
sometimes

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