Poem - With The Book Little Winds

with
the book
little
winds

at
the cemetary

everyone
integrates
mortally
at
the big
murder
as
the tear

aging
mood
stings
by
the evil
hand
under
the brilliant
word
the broken
cold
pleads
the dull
law

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