Poem - Behind The Scorn Those Falls Cheerfully
behind
the scorn
those
falls
cheerfully
clearly
that
cuts
carelessly
the aged
flower
wakes
none
forwards
inside
the weight
whichever
freezes
the distant
shackle
wakes
fatally
frantically
this
breaks
the magenta
jungle
produces
each
douses
underneath
the smoldering
noose
the scorn
those
falls
cheerfully
clearly
that
cuts
carelessly
the aged
flower
wakes
none
forwards
inside
the weight
whichever
freezes
the distant
shackle
wakes
fatally
frantically
this
breaks
the magenta
jungle
produces
each
douses
underneath
the smoldering
noose
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