All Washed Up
i am a flotsam
on an ocean of the past
adrift upon an endless sea
if what was and what will never be
human driftwood
as i grow further and farther
from everyone around me
“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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