get it?!
Such a strange feeling
Of not knowing
What to do with
All that I held
In my desiccated hands
With all that I have
Been asking for
With all that I had got
“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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