faghosther

gone man gone

you put out what you got

didn’t want the lot

blaming her in turn as you

spurned and churned your seed

into her guarded den

man you got rot, no see it not

erased yourself from edges thin made

made into a vacuum for me to rush in

my inroads paved by

your trail of tears, spears

started walking backwards

for years swung for the stars

at your balking height

give thanks for my years

the deers that missed the car

as you drove in the dark night

your own life at risk, ours

for a snicker

a little win

for the ghost of spades

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