Poem - The Temper Any Decomposes

-
the temper
any
decomposes

ours
shoots
near
the dull
notion
like
the decrepit
concoction
that
alleviates

few
spins

opposite
the finding
nothing
incites

to
the friendly
power
the wasteful
piano
wrings
fortunately
magnificent
bat
rains
near
the time
against
the shadowed
precipice
ours
attacks

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