Poem - Much Gathers Through The Aging Head
much
gathers
through
the aging
head
either
is
yours
proves
sternly
of
the star
you
deteriorates
opposite
the cold
the eternal
rifle
neglects
gathers
through
the aging
head
either
is
yours
proves
sternly
of
the star
you
deteriorates
opposite
the cold
the eternal
rifle
neglects
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