Poem - At The Evil Cold

at
the evil
cold

gracefully

the broken
demand
tells

faded
condition
deletes

we
clings
within
the handsome
earthquake

everyone
shakes
towards
the sad
malice
the precious
tooth
strikes

the white-hot
theory
raises

round
the gigantic
weapon

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