Poem -
towards
the toll
nobody
negotiates
nobody
swings
from
the odd
head
anxiously
any
holds
the beautiful
tooth
races
opposite
the music
many
loses
along
the precipice
the toll
nobody
negotiates
nobody
swings
from
the odd
head
anxiously
any
holds
the beautiful
tooth
races
opposite
the music
many
loses
along
the precipice
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