Amnesia
How
You would forget
About little things,
Like forgetting to
Water the flower
And letting it die
Like that,
Like forgetting the
Bedrock of your
Pyramid
And letting it
Be devoured by
The sands of time
“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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