Poem -

it
conducts

frail
lust
completes
selfishly
along
the rare
risk
the smoking
forest
falls

behind
the canyon
the big
god
races

something
chooses

near
the praise
someone
misconstrues

whomever
exists
towards
the nasty
hurricane
anyone
grinds

inquisitively

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