Love

Withered willows
‘neath braised winter
moon.
Catalyst.

Random
crystalline web
‘cross the barren
white fields
sparkle.

Where the wicked
heart grows
vile demons splinter
dreams.

Pathetic disabilities.
Sacred heart scarred,
disemboweled emotions
choose death.

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