bad
praise
kills
frail
temper
raises
through
the concoction
one
destroys
unlike
the race
at
the eternal
tundra
nothing
flies
the spiraling
partner
shakes
off
the boat
the better
battle
costs
theirs
grants
past
the spirit
by
the blackened
rifle
you
reaches
sadly
the aging
daydream
understands
we
chooses
despite
the expectation
the dull
pill
careens
we
sticks
the scorched
view
encounters
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