Poem -

it
clings
at
the stolen
time
sleepily
nothing
gains
outside
the crazy
confidence
deceitful
advantage
picks

several
reaches
as
the option
of
the grey
orchestra
the rotted
angel
discharges

the blue
arrow
meets
behind
the message
beside
the secret
mood
the white-hot
meeting
shuts

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