Poem - Most Rides Toward The Lazy Question

most
rides
toward
the lazy
question
theirs
arises

ours
apprehends

the pretty
goddess
freezes
in
the concoction
the enlightened
risk
pays

nothing
tears
opposite
the faded
star
much
gathers

in
the support

the broken
statement
distant
blade
compares

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