Driftwood
Traversing the brim of ill determination
stuck walking in eternal night
Existing only in those rusted hallows
purely pursued out of spite
Keeling, drenched, chafing of my knee
passive to my existence
One last love underneath thy name
treacherously you dismay
Lain here I splay, while suddenly
forgetful of blood divulged
The roaring saw's motor grows deafened
your brand new particle board,
broken,
then formed.
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