Deep
And when a reality
turns into a memory,
may you pull it closer
to your heart.
For it's all
we have left to hold,
when that reality
settles too deeply
“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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