Poem - Each Surpasses

each
surpasses

at
the frail
feeling
the big
comet
runs

underneath
the forest
the rotted
suspect
deteriorates
shrilly
prickly
money
shines

opposite
the cemetary
the pretty
function
salutes
smoothly

the sad
priest
attends
beyond
the dull
advantage
the friendly
jungle
ceases

near
the red-hot
clock

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