Big Old Book
somewhere between hello
and goodbye
a whole story unfolded
but it came to an end
its dusty pages
thrown on a shelf
never to be opened again.
“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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