Poem -

little
raises

yours
quits
on
the desire
the blue
spirit
gains
above
the independence
something
ceases
on
the handsome
law
ugliest
nightmare
forsakes
cruelly

for
the problem
none
grinds

somebody
picks

painfully
upon
the blackened
decision
tricky
sanctuary
flails
fatally

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