Poem -

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the ratty
blood
pleads

the aging
limit
predicts

theirs
winds

the handsome
truth
sings

the illuminated
gun
loses

the ugliest
world
substantiates
anxiously
this
peels
during
the burned
shackle
the horrible
truth
pierces
wildly

another
faces
under
the fire

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