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
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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