What good is a WISH if it does nothing but break your heart to pieces? Distracted questions shapeshifting within paragraphs of a forced empathy. They dangle it before your eyes & surely thinking you are caught by their slender-throated lies, they leap like stubborn dogs, mad in the head, howling without dignity. These stillborn shadows, they emptied my heart and left me horizontally carved, lurching backwards, fading into the lush dark of the abyss...
So, what good is a wish?
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