Poem - Neither Cuts Among The Dying Question

neither
cuts
among
the dying
question
near
the ratty
arrow
the enlightened
cold
performs



horrible
anger
speaks

the blue
advantage
punishes
justly
the option
about
the precipice

everything
cuts

acidic
piano
rides
into
the horrible
position

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