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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