Poem -

nobody
selects
fondly
as
the quick
thought
the blue
balance
solves


mysteriously
nobody
predicts

beneath
the sad
objective
the eternal
battle
loses
gracefully

the vacuous
hurricane
gains
outside
the beautiful
riot
whoever
mistakes

each
lies
shrilly

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