Speak Up
i search for peace
in the quietest place i can dream up,
but even in dead sleep,
the dead speak
nightmares are dreams too
in the quietest place i can dream up,
but even in dead sleep,
the dead speak
nightmares are dreams too
“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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