Pages
You are not my before
just a whole lot of the story
that i can't read anymore.
Pages torn from the book,
with just the remnants of what they were left.
“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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