Poem - Cruelly I Dies

-
cruelly
I
dies

others
runs

tenderly
by
the venomous
emotion

each
dies
selfishly
beneath
the dying
weapon
nobody
provokes


one
salutes
underneath
the aged
symphony
we
seals

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