Worn corners on beaten page.
Twisting wires of a hardened cage.
Fading letters show their age.
Countless sheets of driveling mettle.
Conjunction of words. A hissing kettle.
Desperation of a destitute's peddle.
“Heed,” is what scratches.
A potential book of matches.
Lost verse; the snag that catches.
A sickened victim of wonder.
Dug in a pit of wearied blunder.
Tossing a lot for the convict's plunder.
A white-washed pun.
A tired shun.
Nothing new belies this sun.
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