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Naught's had, all's spent,

she is alone

weary beyond admission

thick in eyelid black

wondering how weak she really is

Where our desire is got without content.

why fight anymore?

why worry for outcomes

destinies past

names on the lists on restroom walls

why fight exploding dreams?

'Tis safer to be that which we destroy

he's crying

bloody tears salt his pain

making him sand

and what is it for?

Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

they're laughing for her

smiling, accepting at last

happy

and she knows her weakness

falling with his tears