Profit Has No Use for Souls
i don't kill you.
i kill the part
that let you believe
you were needed.
they poured into me
everything that ruins a person.
love.
grief.
hunger.
fear.
all the beautiful damage
you people call living.
what ruined you
settled in me
as usefulness.
you wear it like smoke.
i carry it clean.
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