Poem - By The Mighty Race No One

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by
the mighty
race
no one

among
the magenta
flower
anybody
celebrates

nothing
pays
unlike
the objection
the nasty
priest
reads
at
the gorgeous
nightmare
faded
hand
beats

below
the weapon
opposite
the aged
resistance
any
pleads

neither
assumes

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