String Dreaming
A puppet sleep
a puppet dream
stringless stitches
on the deepest of wounds
Child of Geppetto
how do you breath?
“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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