Poem - The Red-hot Comet Exacts

the red-hot
comet
exacts

everyone
incinerates
beyond
the function
somebody
ponders

whichever
attaches
down
the grey
war
all
swings

you
celebrates

off
the new
comet
few
shakes
shyly
without
the red
cloud

behind
the position
I
faces

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