Turning
So, tell me.
where shall i go?
To the left, where
nothing is right? Or
to the right, where
nothing is left?
“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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