Over

Photo by Matteo Vistocco on Unsplash

The end of a forty year
friendship is not the Fall
of the Roman Empire
of course, but it still
feels like an iron gladius has
shattered my clavicle and
pierced my heart.

Your “tgiw” cesspool beliefs
on fb fucked it for me.

Extend your hands towards the
fire for all eternity if you want.
The flames from burning crosses
and burning hate will never warm
your heart.

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