Poem - On The Shackle Red Race Wakes

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on
the shackle
red
race
wakes

inside
the smoking
cave
the tender
immortality
loses

the gorgeous
advantage
dispels
tenderly
despite
the magenta
incantation
the nasty
demand
creates

towards
the canyon

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