What About Today?
The sickness grows
and then implodes
it sinks
then fades away
do we know
what this day holds
or
should we just obey?
“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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