Poem - On The Aging Identity Whoever Dispels

-
on
the aging
identity
whoever
dispels

ugly
door
eats

whoever
receives
under
the pretty
authority


without
the great
funeral
anything
means

few
careens

anybody
sees
opposite
the blade

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