The Wallowing Poem by Ghost Legend
The Wallowing
I can let this go
No way forward on my own
It's possible, give her hope
My loss overwhelms me
You don't have to understand
Just sand and capitalism
Different but the same
Through layers of reality
Prayers that we should be
Mixed with the wallowing
A breed foreshadowing
Intimacy in destruction
Freed of morality
We wallow in fantasy
Wallow in beauty
Only to lose it
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