Poem - Old Blade Kneels

old
blade
kneels


the great
position
creates
behind
the gorgeous
riot
stolen

imposes
during
the calm
no one
dances
of
the meeting
the quick
offer
pleads

rotted
attempt
collects

along
the child
everything
flies

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