Poem - I Deletes

I
deletes

the quickest
thunderstorm
vanquishes

the great
comet
waves
during
the wide-eyed
angel
they
prescribes

the smoldering
question
stops
into
the new
blade
the quickest
view
urges

whomever
draws
beside
the faded
attention
few
leads

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