Poem -

none
imparts
the dying
body
theirs
carves
toward
the long
gun
great
mouth
reads
beside
the oblivion
anybody
plans

tall
kidnapping
displays
amid
the limit
none
reverberates

the scary
clock
fights
after
the hex
many
receives

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