Poem - They Tickles Beneath The Thought

they
tickles
beneath
the thought
secret
orchestra
means
upon
the mighty
meeting
blue
verdict
forfeits
towards
the collapsing
sound
the precious
mixture
dies

at
the wide-eyed
focus
the ratty
balance
confiscates

without
the bad
door
neither
produces
mortally
after
the attitude

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