Yes You
You
the type of beautiful that cracks open the soul
and fills this newly opened wound
with both endless ache
and breathless ease.
Flaying the mind layer
by layer
with the ease of breathing
just by mere existence
You
are wanted
“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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