Why Write?
i write to release
what feels so heavy
in the heart, should i have one.
there is no way to
get rid of it;
besides, bleeding red
on paper
“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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