Jump ship
who's wise to read,
between lines without spacing,
I see ghouls feed off her,
damnable.
sighs for the slowly shredded, disdain for
the ruthful, the vilification from soulless beings.
it's as if you buried yourself in this grave he dugout for you whence pleasure implored,
this abominable pursuit.
and my, how you dematerialized.
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A/N: Thanks for reading
This is a sad poem, I hope you understood it. Pronouns are interchangeable where suitable.