you killed me for the insurance money ---------------->

 

i am gone
this misbegotten
sundered whole 
from heartstone 
rotten wait
upon the earth
grown cold
my bones
your heart
my troth

 

Comment: this poem is perfect  to me, but I realized that no one would really know what i was talking about so this:
you killed me for the insurance money 2
is the effort to expand this, which met with limited success....

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