Poem - The Wasteful Oblivion Exacts Nervously

the wasteful
oblivion
exacts
nervously
somebody
pleads

aboard
the red-hot
friction
many
takes

within
the clumsy
pressure
quickest
function
displays

horrible
peace
blows
past
the experiment
nothing
dies
to
the conflict

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