Poem -
beneath
the position
the aging
daydream
flies
the ratty
malice
quits
rarely
the decrepit
guilt
peels
up
the picture
it
withholds
beside
the nasty
notion
the position
the aging
daydream
flies
the ratty
malice
quits
rarely
the decrepit
guilt
peels
up
the picture
it
withholds
beside
the nasty
notion
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