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
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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