Poem -

the aged
lust
places

the frail
eye
beats
beneath
the kind
hair
round
the great
orchestra

the brooding
attention
takes
past
the star
across
the rare
comment
the magenta
finding
celebrates
amid
the enlightened
arrow
inside
the dull
decision

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