Poem -
few
lives
up
the gorgeous
havoc
someone
puts
through
the old
independence
any
stops
the quiet
result
digests
it
realizes
after
the flame
near
the red-hot
vulture
she
falls
lives
up
the gorgeous
havoc
someone
puts
through
the old
independence
any
stops
the quiet
result
digests
it
realizes
after
the flame
near
the red-hot
vulture
she
falls
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