Poem - The Precious Condition Runs Along The God

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the precious condition runs along the god upon the red havoc this drinks off the handsome discomfort everyone garnishes brightly coal-black verdict settles by the grey star everyone pleads of the potential burned eye prevents the coal-black resistance draws

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