16 and nothing.

thrown away

and kept

in an

e n d l e s s

circle

of stripping pain

and falling

in that insipid

tranquility

of death

like

petrified

wood

with nothing left

but holes

to be filled

by smoke

and dust

and more death

if that’s even

possible.

and that’s all

it was ever

meant

to be.

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