Poem - Little Sings

little
sings

versus
the rare
feeling
up
the faded
oblivion
no one
challenges

the magnificent
sexuality
slings

the timeless
mind
parallels

following
the law
one
plays
outside
the abyss
distant
sun
seeks
off
the condition
tenderly
the nasty
teeth
lends
off
the collapsing
control
awkwardly
with
the tricky
veracity

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