All We Can Do Is...
Remember,
it comes in pieces
like broken brick
and burning bridges,
like the wars that climbed
like fire then fell
and peace was built
on one hope in hell
“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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