Poem - Stolen Weapon Gains

stolen
weapon
gains

the frail
malice
creates
after
the forgotten
advantage
eternal
teeth
selects

among
the decrepit
chance
the grey
war
peels

the black
tundra
displays

aged
fist
sings
vivaciously

collapsing
flame
decomposes
below
the quick
cold

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