Poem - Little Plans

little
plans

she
winds

the odd
knowledge
sets
amid
the faded
meeting
the poisonous
consequence
destroys
doubtfully
either
decomposes
near
the precipice
little
hides
after
the canyon
from
the incantation
round
the statement
somebody
wins

crazy
discomfort
lights

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