it was
a transcendental tragedy
told in three parts
in the end
all that remained
was the stain
of what could
never be
scattered light
across the pieces
of shattered
soulstuff
littered along
the dimly lit lane
of heart ache
magnified
it was
a transcendental tragedy
told in three parts
in the end
all that remained
was the stain
of what could
never be
scattered light
across the pieces
of shattered
soulstuff
littered along
the dimly lit lane
of heart ache
magnified
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