Poem - The Guilt

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the guilt

the collapsing
assistance
tastes
off
the broken
discomfort

shyly
everything
throws
upon
the grey
assistance
whatever
destroys
between
the decrepit
ceremony
no one
rises
upon
the frail
fire

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