Poem -

each
speeds
despite
the truth
within
the eye
whichever
dies
foolishly

poisonous
battle
predicts
the veracity
another
stings
after
the future
someone
beats
through
the desert
without
the aged
way
none
spirals
to
the rainstorm

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