No Matter
There is
There was
There will always will be
this other world
just for me.
No matter my age
or even the cage
that world is my cross
laid out on the page
“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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