butneverwants

Permeated as always by deathless sorrow,
Lines are fractured in wordy chaotic mess.
The idea has never been hard to follow-
Love has never abandoned my shredded chest.

Broken pieces remain on postmortem fire ,
Disembodied self is at constant loss.
More than truth can be torturous its denial:
«We’re the ones that he needs but never wants»


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