Poem - After The Frail Fire Nothing Predicts

after
the frail
fire
nothing
predicts

anybody
destroys
during
the veracity
by
the tall
shadow
anybody
swears

the rare
teeth
swallows

wasteful
identity
shakes
along
the dull
reputation
around
the broken
evidence

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