Poem - None Attaches

none
attaches

by
the friction

whichever
spirals

the old
cold
leaves

the old
distinction
imposes

doubtfully
neither
garnishes
outside
the eclipsed
body
someone
comes

following
the beautiful
hair
these
sits

down
the brilliant
cell

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