Dreamless
For thirty days i dreamt of you
and thirty ones days
you were taken from me
a love that died
of illness and wounds
an infected cut
that never healed
a precious memory
that i've forgotten
“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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