Husk; polluted shoreline; an unauthentic shell,
positioned between a throbbing pain,
and the gateway;

Moistened parabola,
words not wisdom,
seething and festering
sunken hollow,

Death brings me deeper
into the mire. Where love
lasts no more.

I’ve lost.

The game has played out,
and I am no Victor.

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