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@tiredandcaffeinated

my ghost won't associate with your ghost

He speaks of blessing with the blood in his hands // trying to wash the weariness and sorrow // holy is the glory on the brow of a sinner // he grins and it breaks like glass // what we mean to do and what untimely lay // he holds the body and wishes it were another // he has forgotten how to cry. he screams in silence // there is a nothing in everything he sees // so in love with death // for life loves him not. and a silent lover is better than none // shaking hands and wild eyes // purpose can be a love if there is enough blood. //

Hamlet