What A Look
two things that i will never ever
forget:
the way you looked at me
for the first time,
and the way you looked at me
for the last
“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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