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Yalto: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables Date written: 06/20/2026

Internal Decay


golden seal
     a heavy hand
          small brides
               ink stains the soul 
                    rust c  r  e  e  p  s through the joints
                         honor dies
                              slow leak

foul water,
     d
     e
     e
     p mud,
          cold promise; 
               p   r   o   m   i   s   e   s
                    built on hollow ground.
                         the tower starts to lean...
                              c r a c k; 

dust is all that stays.
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