Hell Isn't Hot, Hell Is Water
All you wanted
was a drop of rain,
but i gave you a fucking hurricane.
You told me no more,
but don't you understand?
i can only ever love
in the measure of oceans
or not at all.
“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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