Long Memory
When the day comes
where you try to return to me
know that,
i will not be your home,
because i'll always remember
how your eyes lit up
when you tried to burn me
to the ground
“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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