The utterly devoted

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Whilst you’re busy devoting your soul to another,
Without guarantees of reciprocation,
Caught in the high of chasing,
In the thrill of unintelligible outcome,
There waits for you patiently, a sure thing,
A devoted companion with perpetual longing,
Relentless clinging,
Assured of the eternity it will bring,
The ballad of a crows singing,
Moment of soul extraction, between your two sides swinging,
It sits amongst tombstones, amongst decaying,
Waiting the reapers blade sheathing,
And you, you simpleton, in oblivion living.
-W.E.

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