the casualities of will

This bag of bones is weary, wiry, writhing, writing
Un-vernal, reaping from within, seeds shattered
Walked upon, trapped under the permafrost of possession
A vexing, tarry smattering of cracked lips and burnt out hollows
Raked of discretionary prestige, erosion wicked suffrage

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