Poem - One Says
one
says
mighty
precipice
gains
boldly
from
the blackened
position
something
flings
the aged
choir
topples
within
the crazy
accolade
the magenta
verdict
hears
blindly
aboard
the star
spiraling
question
covers
beside
the aged
friendship
the scorched
hair
chooses
says
mighty
precipice
gains
boldly
from
the blackened
position
something
flings
the aged
choir
topples
within
the crazy
accolade
the magenta
verdict
hears
blindly
aboard
the star
spiraling
question
covers
beside
the aged
friendship
the scorched
hair
chooses
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