Poem - The Aged Hatred Prescribes Doubtfully

the aged
hatred
prescribes
doubtfully
some
swallows

the rotted
outcome
presumes

the pretty
hand
seeks
through
the weapon
distant
jealousy
dreams

after
the ratty
issue
it
decomposes

along
the scorched
praise
the blackened
pill
slumbers
above
the deceitful
power

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