Old Playboys
the night was soft in serendipity
and her eyes made his blood rise,
like the centerfolds in the magazines
that he used to find
in his father's basement
“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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