Poem - The Quickest Cell Holds

the quickest
cell
holds

inside
the quiet
malice
much
runs

he
freezes
down
the nasty
problem
towards
the investigation


the aged
stranger
purchases

anyone
swallows

for
the temper
new
power
allows
joyously
to
the mighty
participation

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