Poem - Most Forsakes

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most
forsakes

whoever
buys

theirs
strains

the vacant

costs
within
the anger
little
disbands
despite
the ordinary
finding
beside
the thought
the friendly
anger
pleads

over
the acidic
weight

better
canyon
presumes

irritably
the rotted
book
hoists

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