Affection (rough)

Lying in displacement.

Overhead- fires, smoke,

visages of phantoms.

Evening descends, chaos

arises upon a broken land.

Nearly to gates

delineated by gemstones.

Were we capable of anything more?

Anything other than this

revenge, which no one survives.

 

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