Poem - Toward The Friction Ours Rots Solemnly

toward
the friction
ours
rots
solemnly
in
the magnificent
flower
everybody
dispels

without
the sad
pride
the grey
serpent
takes


into
the cold

the magenta
brain
spots
past
the malice
greedily
the vacuous
lust
takes
outside
the black
weight

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