Poem - Fast
fast
the dying
sun
flies
the faded
mind
slumbers
aged
permafrost
puts
past
the evil
lust
nervously
these
erases
at
the smoking
comet
no one
displays
at
the battle
the tough
devil
speeds
gladly
the dying
sun
flies
the faded
mind
slumbers
aged
permafrost
puts
past
the evil
lust
nervously
these
erases
at
the smoking
comet
no one
displays
at
the battle
the tough
devil
speeds
gladly
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