Poem - Mortally At The Tender Accolade

mortally
at
the tender
accolade
the smoking
television
holds

almost
he
wins

on
the eye
the bright
arrow
obscures

within
the poisonous
blade
the illuminated
weight
erases
as
the distant
rainstorm

they
teaches

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