I ObjectA Poem by NyctophobiaWhite or Black?i clutch the holy book to
my breast, an everlasting funeral
marching around my heart as a
ghost in white floats down the
aisle. i watch as my love lays his happiness in the
casket, and i see the mourning in
his eyes, knowing he has bound himself to
the devil. © 2019 NyctophobiaFeatured Review
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