Poem - The Aging Suspicion Grinds Cautiously

the aging
suspicion
grinds
cautiously

he
selects

faded
independence
develops
up
the vacuous
sin
the collapsing
balance
weaves

the bad
time
lives

the eternal
impression
incinerates
under
the future
the clumsy
limit
manages
thoughtfully

vacant
shadow
picks

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