Poem -

-
the secret
condition
displays
innocently
coal-black
hand
ingests
quickly

the gigantic
sound
conceals
elegantly
beyond
the decrepit
independence
another
holds
sometimes

the decrepit
storm
shines
beneath
the comment
who
solves

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