We are Kindred
I have your Kryptonite, love,
our tragic accomplishment, crafted together.
I have your Antidote. Finish it, shall we?
Consume it, hack the fineness of
china into deaths of solitude and
well-alone.
Surrender, crash into fatal gravity in this perihelion
again, and finally,
as punishments for providence
as the very heavens fall.
Smithereens for trophies.
We are kindred.
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