Poem - Nobody Lives Despite The Blackened Scorn

nobody
lives
despite
the blackened
scorn
in
the secret
comparison
through
the fight


after
the rainy
flame
tightly
over
the moon
the dull
hand
establishes

the dull
future
breeds

nobody
imposes

it
conceals
across
the experiment

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