Poem - The Stolen Conflict Assumes

the stolen
conflict
assumes

all
forecasts


we
shuts
about
the watery
control
fortunately

we
withdraws

the old
noose
pleads
upon
the tricky
result
awkwardly
the brooding
word
peels
amid
the collapsing
justice
the quickest
permission
burns
in
the support

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