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the ideal companion to an everlasting pain
angled stone monstrosity
towering above
unending rain
ceaseless fucking pain
unending reign
desperately carving our names into anything tender enough to receive and embrace our scars
to życie
rzeczywistość bólu
spread evenly throughout all that is
all that which is and all that will be
gazing deeply into nothing
assorted litter amidst the rocks and dirt
a rusted can
a gnarled branch
a twisted limb
an endless hurt
entrenched in stone, the screen flickers a lifeless message of static
never to be heard
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