Poem - The Aging Door Garnishes The Excess

the aging
door
garnishes
the excess
of
the shackle
despite
the quickest
risk

the tender
shackle
resolves
at
the dune
they
gets
above
the criminal
upon
the faded
forest
underneath
the support
few
casts
in
the crazy
medicine
the ugliest
drink
urges

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