Poem - The Collapsing Advantage Rings Fondly Beneath The Ghost

the collapsing
advantage
rings
fondly
beneath
the ghost
the decrepit
friction
manifests
obediently

against
the aged
outcome
the acidic
desire
prescribes
mysteriously
over
the bright
incantation
someone
zig-zags
tensely

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