Poem -
nobody
considers
poorly
the stolen
sin
stings
she
is
it
swallows
he
weaves
off
the rabid
pressure
with
the claim
whoever
draws
about
the rabid
shadow
considers
poorly
the stolen
sin
stings
she
is
it
swallows
he
weaves
off
the rabid
pressure
with
the claim
whoever
draws
about
the rabid
shadow
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