Remains
cracking
breaking
broken
bent
how much left remains
to give?
what remains
of the remains?
we are all pieces,
the question
is if all those pieces
amount to anything?
“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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