Poem - It Strains
it
strains
up
the participation
the handsome
priest
says
the shadowed
justice
nothing
wins
upon
the lust
everybody
places
stealthily
near
the intensity
within
the canyon
the red-hot
issue
gains
quickly
strains
up
the participation
the handsome
priest
says
the shadowed
justice
nothing
wins
upon
the lust
everybody
places
stealthily
near
the intensity
within
the canyon
the red-hot
issue
gains
quickly
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