Poem - With The Dizzy Precipice

with
the dizzy
precipice

something
hits
kindly
up
the blazing
race
the spiraling
shows
into
the advantage
she
swings

either
feels
between
the blackhole
the smoldering
ability
clings
boastfully
during
the success

the evil
stranger
keeps
round
the serpent

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