A Shade Here Or There
This rose will never grow
The thorns will never show
The seed however, planted deep
Will slowly rot and cause the hemorage
Of Light and Dark
To Grey
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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