Holding On
what's been done
what's been told
truly i have lost everything
to hold
i have and to hold
what was
what never will be again
vows left unbroken,
even now
“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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