Dance Like No One Is Watching
we dance
in our living rooms
to different tunes of tragedy,
and even in the saddest songs
and the loneliest lullabies,
we still listen, for love
“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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