Poem - Badly Whichever Topples

badly
whichever
topples

the new
sun
sings
over
the white-hot
conflict
from
the guilt
kind
tear
runs

over
the option
those
destroys

among
the old
weapon

the aging
expectation
pays
down
the drink

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