All was vanity paired with futility,
begetting stillborn hopes on
their bloodless marital bed,
for weakness was in the very
marrow of his being, cultivated
by a world indifferent and
hostile at turns. Some would
rise above such predestined
fate, if briefly. He sank
without a trace.
31.03.2023
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