The Liar
The problem, is that the whispers of our
demons and the counsel of our angels,
are both in our own voice. And unless
one is aware, like the shepherd is of his
flock, one could easily be fooled by the
wolf in sheep's clothing
“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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