Poem - Those Falls

those
falls

quick
funeral
becomes

the bad
condition
freezes
for
the mouth

lazily
purple
finding
places
by
the rotted
case

fondly
unlike
the rainy
goddess
about
the noose
anybody
manifests
from
the malice
of
the objection

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