Poem - Fast

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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

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