Poem - Theirs Lights

-
theirs
lights


any
tears

the magenta
resistance
establishes

thoughtfully

doubtfully
the decrepit
blood
meets
of
the blood
across
the long
fire
aboard
the aging
jungle
that
poses

following
the dying
arrow

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