Buried
Bury me within
each grain of sand
trickling between
the curves of your figure-
for, i want to be
completely consumed
by every once
that is you.
“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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