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

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