Tell Me
Tell me, father,
which to ask forgiveness for:
what i am, or what i'm not?
Tell me, mother,
which should i regret:
what i became, or what i didn't?
posted by Iudex Yasha at 10:27 AM
“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.
posted by Iudex Yasha at 10:27 AM
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