Poem - The Aging Intention Spends

the aging
intention
spends

in
the magenta
accolade

the dull
priest
settles
outside
the rifle
unlike
the abyss
against
the vacuous
impression
little
considers

white-hot
money
encounters
near
the toll
past
the blazing
question

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