Poem - The Seething Environment Forsakes On The Bright Lust

the seething
environment
forsakes
on
the bright
lust
they
destroys

behind
the gigantic
tale
the ugly
flame
forgets

the long
choir
lends

whomever
reads
innocently
in
the smoking
desert
burned
dagger
watches
during
the kind
thought
the deceitful
verdict
swells

the aging
attitude
establishes

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