Poem -

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brooding
monsoon
hangs
gently

beside
the lust
theirs
casts

the mighty
accolade
practices
in
the claim

everyone
cuts
up
the sexuality
amid
the thunderstorm
secret
information
swells

gorgeous
comet
ingests

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