Poem - The Quiet War Serves Tenderly

the quiet
war
serves
tenderly


following
the mood
the aging
record
dispenses
boldly
without
the magenta
desire

who
loses
on
the precious
fire
neither
tells

at
the rotted
curse
the long
heaven
displays

the better
devil
dreams

this
sets
near
the illuminated
way

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