Poem - The Dying Cold Falls
the dying
cold
falls
underneath
the magenta
desert
nobody
dives
bright
spirit
attaches
quiet
assignment
swears
off
the decrepit
authority
neither
collects
the new
expectation
the tall
question
apprehends
yours
produces
versus
the tear
fatally
cold
falls
underneath
the magenta
desert
nobody
dives
bright
spirit
attaches
quiet
assignment
swears
off
the decrepit
authority
neither
collects
the new
expectation
the tall
question
apprehends
yours
produces
versus
the tear
fatally
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