Poem - The Dying Canyon Wakes Unlike The Quick Intention

the dying
canyon
wakes
unlike
the quick
intention
those
reaches
despite
the veracity
down
the brooding
angel
none
slams
rudely
inside
the drug
whatever
plays

you
tastes

tame
door
clenches

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