Poem - Many Topples Of The Aged Innocence

many
topples
of
the aged
innocence

nothing
sets

shyly
inside
the shackle
opposite
the stress
theirs
sets

to
the vacant
truth
the purple
urge
runs

inside
the accolade
the collapsing
light
advances

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