Friends hard won
Are hard lost.
Wouldn’t know--
I’ve been told--
All I’m good
For is theft--
Of Hearts and Minds that
Aren’t mine.
Love to lose--
Setting loose.
Good and lost
Aren’t I--
Ever alone
Are the lost--
Lost things
Cannot sing--
They are in
Broken drains,
Choking on
Ichor bubbles--
Blackened dolls
Crying salt,
And Ashen tears
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