Your energy,
dark tendrils made of
everything terrible,
caresses his hazy
shades of nightmares.
How revolting it is
to see you two pretend
that you’re compatible.
As if you two jive on a
mystical level.
Just because your magic
matches doesn’t mean that
you two do.
Monsters.
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