Poem -

the red
knife
serves
perfectly

about
the accolade
little
flails

shrilly
no one
resolves
to
the storm
beyond
the blame
the decrepit
voodoo
spreads

happily
everybody
celebrates
below
the stolen
witch
the tricky
stranger
builds

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